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

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

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

Your brain is faulty
the for tiring
treating the curse,
Imagine the
Systematic,
pathetic, apologetic, paramedic
Your heart is

A plate of peculiar
On a of my own
A of feather
me to the bone
Give me for happy
the chemicals gone
Drinking freedom from a
to the tune of

I'm sick of
waking
from the hell I
I never knew you you left me
with the crying

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

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

me recipes for sorry
I'm admitting I'm
Still your memory that me
has the bone