Stuffs,
You're one thing I hate to the core. People have you but still crave for more.
You start your journey in a factory where you are made and assembled. You get recognition from some dumb celeb and then you are faked, branded and sold.
Empty tag lines are your junk jewelry. The cheap graphics is your makeup.
Sometimes in elegant shop, sometimes on road side, I find you everywhere.
You are never tired, you never get old.
You fill my friends' rooms, from ceiling to floor, from window to door. You survive every catastrophe.
You do not have any inspiration. You do not have a hero amongst you. But still the whole world, the world revolves around you, O stupid stuffs!
You're one thing I hate to the core. People have you but still crave for more.
You start your journey in a factory where you are made and assembled. You get recognition from some dumb celeb and then you are faked, branded and sold.
Empty tag lines are your junk jewelry. The cheap graphics is your makeup.
Sometimes in elegant shop, sometimes on road side, I find you everywhere.
You are never tired, you never get old.
You fill my friends' rooms, from ceiling to floor, from window to door. You survive every catastrophe.
You do not have any inspiration. You do not have a hero amongst you. But still the whole world, the world revolves around you, O stupid stuffs!
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