What Is This Crap?
I kinda wrote these words,
not knowing where to go.
Mock-styling what I’ve heard,
man, this kinda blows…
I felt too numb to really try,
and now it’s even worse.
It feels like they want me to fly,
but I’m grounded by this curse.
Yup, I half-assed these lines,
it is pretty pathetic.
I’ve been convicted, pay the fines,
okay, okay, I’ve said it.
This is been made on the spot,
and my reason was, uhm...
I forgot.
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