"Prepare to be amazed".
I'm dazed.
Surveying my pocket, well there's no money to waste.
And no time. And no taste.
Everything is bitter.
Pour me a liter.
I heard if you're saint you can spread out the glitter.
People's clapping their hands.
Killed by regrets.
You can wait till forever but lockjaw never ends.
"She's in pain she pretends."
My feelings need a bleach
I mostly feel like a glitch
When cool kids hear my name, they go like "speaking of which ".
Between Teresa and a bitch
Everybody lies
Even da suit and ties
Me the most. But I don't care who deserve the prize.
Never been that wise.
I realize
This is fatal daydreaming
Every "yes" in my life is semiconscious agreement
Semiconscious agreement
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