I’m one like you,
Confused
Pondering ‘what hell I’m gonna do’
And you, like me, beat ya mind up ‘till it’s black ’n’ blue
Thoughts bruise, we loose, from our own ill abuse
Positive vibes come on through
Festering thought
Aren’t they snarly
Such little stains
Wait is this real?
Innocent but caught
I really need to get outta here
Tell me,
Please can I walk, walk right next you
Please can we talk, talk as we move on though
Can I catch a ride?
I really need to get outta here
I am done, with all of it
I’m done, with all of it
Time for fun, for all of us
‘Cause we’re all done, with all of them
I know your tired
I know your sick
I know your done with all this shit
The pricks, their tricks, the gross boot licks
Death of empathy has made us sick
I sit and click, watch the slick
D’impolitic, schticks & spit
I-kick ’n’ scream to transmit
Love in this world, so-I don’t lose it
Brutalize me
With some kindness
I think may need
A mind operation
Psycho bitch, psycho prick
Where do
Any of us fit?
Tell me,
If you freak out, can I do too, next to you
If you want out, I am way ahead of you
We’ll escape together,
Really where do any of us fit?
I am done, with all of it
I’m done, with all of it
Time for fun, for all of us
‘Cause we’re all done, with all of them
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King Margaret
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Little Talks
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More Fun
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One Like You
I’m one like you, Confused Pondering ‘what hell I’m gonna do’ And you, like me, beat ya mind up ‘till it’s black ’n’ blue Thoughts bruise, we loose, from our own ill …