Crow
Let's get high
I feel like a waste of space
Nevermind
I know we all make mistakes
Friend of mine
Stopping short of what it takes
To mastermind
A way that I could make you break
Success is a dimension where
The top's made for pretending
Never trust a pension
Eat your whole pie in the kitchen
Now I stand before you with
A heart made outta gold
But all your water covered it
With rust and now it's cold
Friend of mine
All I see is made of glue
I'm behind
With no plans of what to do
So nevermind
You know I guess because
What I find
I've always hated love
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