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I Don't know


You'll yell to the world “I'm a brand new man” Well When do you start That's just a lie A cover up Of who you are You can't help nor control this It'll maybe be better if you didn't know shit If you was brain dead Would it be bliss to have such ignorance You hate to talk So you Bite down on your tongue Until you feel pain Cause your life is in shambles engulfed in flames while your memories go up in smoke You didn't feel anything when you would get lifted and float On cloud nine thinking about you And the poems that I wrote You're fragile while people have bullet proof coats Your “real friends” don't seem to notice a thing And that's what hurts the most. That's understandable To give up and cry And since we are Tyree we often want to die Have someone better take our place Erase my life and switch their fate All I have left is a sliver of faith I have When things ain't going great
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