You suffer from akleptic, anerexic, genitexic pesticideIt hides insideYou don't
Superficiality shouldn't mix with congenialityIt's all a conspiracy if you
Things will get betterI tried to tell myselfThings will work
My little gigapetYeah, we're so closeHe's always nearI never leave
Seems I just can't breakinto the music industry,With my happy
Nate, he was a big mistakeOh Nate, all his dates
Justice prevails asthe system fails usKind of ironic, it's making
spoken: "Ahem, this is my poemfrom me...to you, I wrote
Seems like no one pays attention to meI'm just so
So much took place in the last couple daysSo many
You wanna know how I feelWell, here I goFed up
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