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I'm so sick of having to write more things down
Like I am supposed to entertain you like I'm a clown
Just juggling or some shit, because I love it
I am not shitting you, I can't stand this shit
I'm not trying to throw a fit
I'm just in a bottemless pit
Where I have a knife and stare at my wrists
I'll be okay according to the professionals
With all of there impressive credentials
I don'r mean to say the wrong thing
But everydays that same sad song sings
I want to live, but I don't
Kill myself, Yeah I guess I won't
Keep pushing these buttons of mine
Like you actually know me, I guess that's fine
Instead of just listening, Yeah I said leave me alone
Mabye fuck off , I guess you already know
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