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grin
03:22
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i set the stage, my little bed. a noisy bird in my head. i could not free it. but i tried n tried n tried n tried n tried. its good to c u, but its just ok when ur not around when im awake alert alive. a stupid poem, a tiny book. in the mirror i c a crook. i could not free him, but i tried n tried n tried n tried n tried. its nice to know u, but its gon suck when u r not around and im awake alert alive.
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sonny
03:42
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god damn are u a good or a bad man? u fuck me but then try to help me out. maybe look at my eyes not my money and tell me u cant see that im helpless already. im just doing my job. i work 2 just to survive and get by. nada, ur tellin me that i aint shit without payment and some kinda statement. maybe everyones doing what theyre told, cuz aint ur weary soul worth its weight in gold? im just doing my job. i work 2 just to survive and im scared like u deep inside and know that i just need to get by and out alive.
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flipside
02:25
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what in sam hell is going on now? when does it stop? I come undone at them very seams that i sewn shut. its whats keeping me a live. what in gods name is going down now? i cant take this. I break apart at them very cracks that I glued shut. its whats keeping me alive. so Ill catch u on the flipside.
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dingus!
02:42
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just bc im sad dont mean i cant play ball w/yall. and ill just pretend that everything works out in the end. ill forget. ill try my best. just bc im mad dont mean i cant be cool. my bad. and ill just befriend the demons in my head i guess ill forgive. ill try my best. im just waitin on the world to spin a lil slower for me. fuckered off that axis tilt. its distortin my reality. always waitin on each moment to finish right up real quick. im so tired im so sick. i wish that i could control time so i could sleep in.
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lucky strikes again
04:16
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how come i only gots a cigarette to wake up to? to get me through the rest of this. they give me that wanted satisfaction.
did u really even know what u were fuckin with when u were smokin cigarettes as a kid? if only u could see what was ahead of u. prolly make u wish u knew how to quit. how to quit?
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lazy (interlude)
02:00
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super schmuck
02:27
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i cannot get this right bc my head is not in the right place. severed thoughts. wash away like spit down bathroom drains. its all the same. i guess thats just the way that shit works out. if u try to grasp it too hard it just slips right out.and i think my bad luck coincides w/my doubt so ill take a deep breath and ill breathe it all out. now its gone forever. forgive and forget. dont let it linger.
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spy kids
02:50
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why does it feel like im trapped inside the back of my mind? i realize im kinda smart n stupid at the same time. like like quick dive but I cannonball. a short skip but i somersault. a home run but i miss the ball. its so hard for this old brain to make connection to this body, yeah. why do i always end up at the back of the line. i feel like this is just a big ol waste of my time. a swift start but i trip and fall. a small fart but i shit my draws. a bullseye but i hit the wall. i cant explain. i got not brain. i havent slipped in a while but now im fallin in style. take this dull empty skull, gimme a third brain lobotomy.
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space
03:15
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the summer time doesnt always remind me of the best times in my life. nostalgia talkin bout bringin it back into my life. all those feelings i felt from way back when came pourin in like mid-july michigan rain. the morning light only seems to provoke a sadness in me when i rise. please stop telling me u can see it in my eyes. im zombified, cant quite tell what is giving me life. a reason why I felt okay when we talked and i heard her say. ohh maybe take some time. ohh I said i guess thats alright. ohh maybe need some space. ohh ur point was made it doesnt matter. lemme see those eyes. oh god i wish I couldnt tell when u lied. but somehow u still cant trust me. im way up high, lookin down on everything deep inside and im terrified that i felt okay when we talked and i heard her say. ohh maybe take some time. ohh I said i guess thats alright. ohh maybe need some space. ohh ur point was made it doesnt matter if we get back together.
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death
03:39
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im so sick of waiting for my day. double blanket suffocation, my bed is a trap. time 2 call it quits. losing track of somethin i just had. am i wiser or more tired? i cant figure out how 2 take it back.
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