pictures tell a thousand lies
I don't like what I'm seeing
pitiful,
Eyes like glass....
Inside out and upside down...
I'm staring
Give me an ounce of the fool you possess inside
Help
Times Up
Move On
Let's not become the others
We can't just sit
Look into my eyes and tell me I don't resemble
Awakened by your disease
I use my finger to show you
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