I'M ON THE FUCKING VERGE, MIND YOU
holy shit i'm looking into the eyes of a devil and all I can do is smile gently, hold my bladder hold my bladder
FUCK the purse, just hold my fucking bladder
i need to [powder my nose, under that there sink]
THE DEVIL HAS NO TIME FOR REASON, HE'S JUST LOOKING FOR A REASON,
through that fucking SKULL YOUNG'N
"Why haven't you looked into the mirror?"
"YOU SMASHED THEM IN A RAGE OVER THE WEATHER"
"Stop yelling, please."
"YOU AREN'T THE BOSS OF ME, YOU CHOSE TO HAVE THAT FUCKING MIRROR"
there are things in between, but we both choose to forget what's brought to light
and dim the light that's needed to read
we write our egos
"i've given you sour grapes, i'm sorry i'm sorry"
"stop wining, i love you"
THIS VOICE ISN'T LOUD ENOUGH, THERE ARE REASONS WITHOUT REASON
AND NATURAL SELECTION ISN'T REALLY A SELECTION AT THIS POINT.
i've given my ultimatum, i refused to be miserable as you choose to forget what it is to live for yourself.
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