Reality Check Make it out to Cash And maybe he'll know waht to do with it Cause i sure don't I feel like i'm sitting outside Looking inside at myself Looking back out at me And wondering what the hell that all means And if i have to hear one more person Discuss cell phone prices As though they were world hunger I swear, i'll kill them So pretty are the mountains And so clear is the sky Like a straight-edge razor Draw the lake, crystal blue Draw the razor, crimson red Drip, drip, little ripples And effect no one In a locked bathroom Just don't scream Or they'll come for you And bring you back That's purpose defeating, isn't it? Stare out at the darkness It's getting brighter, isn't it? Endure years of agony Wait for it to get better Endure 3 minutes of pain And it's almost over And you'll wonder Why you ever waited so long
Reason for writing:
A really bad day
Birth sign: Capricorn
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