Undersatisfied. In every subject. Lost
Undersatisfied.
In every subject.
Lost subject.
Mind focused on sex. Sex. Sex. SEX what s that a way to get back
what what was taken lost the pieces are gone never to come back I;
Take off my pants
More connection less appearance
Strangers get more convenience than when I waited
There's the nagging again I just want it back
The place before you did that that haunts my life
Picture me demonizing the best thing about me
Strangers things had happened to see it helped me turn to rock I can't stop
Make it stop
I'm set. in stone. help I can't find my pants
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