Will we always be like little kids
running group to group asking who loves you?
Don’t know who loves me!
It’s pathetic. It’s impossible.
Making of life, a forged painting
Life's big magnet tug, tugging
And listeners like you
Is it true you used to be my friend?
What did i do? Why didn't I get in to your cool crew?
Got a modern loft and a new tattoo with your own name
I've got a single room overlooking the highway under the microwave
For you
Heartbroken
I've been for you
^^A poem I made out of lyrics. Done.
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