Standing on the corner on the 8th ave
Try to plan my day best
Hell I dont know where to go
Seasons change as well as my two faced home
This fuckin world is not built for me
One good shot and you end up dead
Another dose of reality
Will make you realize
That destiny is dead
And nothing makes no fuckin sense
Your all fucked up, were all fucked up
Birth sign: Cancer
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