Cotton Weary

You're not the winner of this competition
You're not the hero, the protagonist or star
You're the final appearance of the villain
As the third act comes to a close

Wasted, torn up, fucked up, covered in blood

Will they roll you our for the sequel?
Surely not, surely he's dead!?
But I'm sure the writers will find a way
For you to rear your stupid fuckin' head



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Wood
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