I don't want to see your eyes, when I'm walking The laughing is jaring upon my ears. There are just some things I cannot handle. I disown everything life can provide The despair is expanding and all they say is propaganda I might not see the beuty, the world is made of plastic. Our behaviour seem so grotesque I'm a miserable selfish spectacle and so are you.
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