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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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Wünderhag Supremacy

16 years old. Nj. filmmaker, poet, singer/songwriter, queer, active feminist vimeo.com/kierindoesfilm

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