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solar, bipolar
Panic
Seems harder and harder and
Still you try to it

You mold, you
Yeah you shape to
Oh bold you're bold
But shape is bold

a symptom superficial
To what they call you
the speed,
Could you imagine the

Your brain is wiring
the reason for
treating the curse,
the worst
Systematic,
Quite pathetic, apologetic,
Your heart is

A plate of quite
On a of my own
A tablespoon of
me to the bone
Give me recipes for
with the gone
freedom from a bottle
to the of belong

I'm of shaking
never
from the hell I
I never you till you left me
with the crying

curing, reassuring
way to the knees
So mistreated, I
Never blessing your

Now deleted and
I stand on my own
Yeah your that punches me
has the bone

Give me recipes for
I'm admitting I'm
Still your memory punches me
has the bone