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I find it hard speaking to others
Wanna guess how high I can jump?
The smoke filling my lungs brings me back from the visions
I have this condition
I get to play dress up all day
I have no fucking clue who I am anymore
Why did god give me this
I am a superhero
You’re a freak, no one will show you the way, kid
Maybe I can get help
Let’s play doctor
Maybe a fuckin lobotomy would help
Coping isn’t an option
I wanna be an astronaut
Let’s swallow these pills before we blast off, kid
Can I stop now?
It’s my bedtime, where’s mom?
I wonder what kind of mark I’d leave on the ground from this height
I want to be me
No, you are me
I am all of you
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