assistant unfortunately
Remember that time
When we both sat and cried
About the times we both stopped eating
We never committed a crime
And we thought it'd be alright
And we finally started believing...
I told you I was depressed
You said you'd never guess
You said I was just artistic
And that I didn't need this mess
The world sees us through a different lens
And after time it wasn't too hard to sense
That I loved you like a brother
and if it wasn't for my predetermined mother
We could live and stay together
And finally be happy forever
We'd wish and pray
That life could be that way
So this time
When I walk out your front door
Please just push me through the concrete
Let my face feel something new
Take every single thing you hate
And make it every single thing you do
And while you're at it why don't you stab me in the chest
My backs quite sore now and I think I need a rest
And I was
An assistant unfortunately
I had my back already glued to you
And you told everybody
That I gave you those ratty shoes
But I just needed to study
And I could've if it wasn't for you
But I was in a pety predicament
And You called yourself a chauvinist
There was one tiny little settlement
That we were forced them to forget and there was something on my mind
But you didn't even try
That I loved you like a brother
and if it wasn't for my predetermined mother
We could live and stay together
And finally be happy forever
We'd wish and pray
That life could be that way
So this time
When I walk out your front door
Please just push me through the concrete
Let my face feel something new
Take every single thing you hate
And make it every single thing you do
And while you're at it why don't you stab me in the chest
My backs quite sore now and I think I need a rest
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