Through excess pain and hours
A bold white shape
Erasing and expanding
I've seen the 7 different ways
With breaks from reality
It's time I cut to the chase
Dancing around, what a waste
Aiming forever at this target
Sinking in a mental tar pit
You always talk
But never hear
But don't get mad
I'm insincere
I'd like to cut you up good
The thing that all friends should
This secret sleeps in my hate
I can already see your fate
In with the new out with the old
She walks on in and I am sold
So much contradiction, it must be fiction
should I repeat the question? no
just go
use me abuse me excuse me did you lose me?
all your bullshit is taking a toll
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