Help
My pillow’s cold
It’s cause I’m old
I’m wearing a diaper
Omg is that a sniper
I’m laying here alone
Where’s my medicine
Who’s that standing out my window
Is this a dream
Oh shoot I’m awake
I’m gonna get shot
They’re here
I’m hungry
Little do they know, they’re the ones in danger
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