You Don't Really Wanna Hurt Me
It’s inevitable.
Lurking down the street,
Hiding under the spotlight,
Media just blows it up
Within news.
Always surrounding us
With a new face each time.
But look past the paint,
And it’s natural,
You aren’t real…
Fucking clown.
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