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caught up in a world, non-existent, co-dependent
washed up with out laughter, going faster, natural disaster.
prove me wrong, pat yourself on the back
call me un-important, my brain is non absorbant
think fast for winning sometimes, standing straight--i want selection.
i still open up to you, and ive got nothing left to prove.
im saying that ill stay up late, i hope i can create
relation to perfection, some more direction
ive got no motivation, and a failing structure
no i didnt touch her, i didnt touch her.