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Instant gratification
manipulation
word and sorrow calculation
what's wrong with the word masturbation?
I'm bipolar so what that is true
who is the one that's overdue?
Childhood memories are just fact
that shit never seemed so whack.
I write my lines to fuel my love
for fucking up the gods above...
Oh, sorry! Shit. Was that offensive?
It's just my instincts they're defensive.
Who's to say what's write or wrong?
Let that kid go hit his bong.
It's where he feels like he belongs...
Maybe he's writing some good songs
than you who fucks with him all day.
Call me names, at least I'm gay...
for all the love that's in the air.
I'm growing out my fucking hair.
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