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I don't, like, this shit, nah, I didn't, like, I can't dress up like this shit, nah, I didn't, take this shit off, I hope you trip, I hope you, you should've beat your fucking head on that shit just now, I swear to god, oh, you should've fell, oh, I wish, I wish the fucking gods you should've fell, like, I just, like, ugh, oh, I don't know how much, you don't know how much joy it would bring me to see you fall off that shit and beat your fucking cranium and, god damn, this probably got no friends, I need to stop wishing out of you.
I've never had thoughts that control me Until something bad left me so lonely I want it back, I want the old me I'm trying to forget, but things just remind me There's a million things, there's a million things I could say But you never really knew it, but you never really knew I felt this way I wanna take you back, wanna take you back to the sun