Feeling like getting something started up
See the wrold standing right in front of me
Intentions that I had picked them up again
you might say to hurt already to far gone
you know that I'm just a tool
Waiting to know what I can't have
Truth so blindly clear
No I can't speak barley even can see
Whats so unimportant that I realize
Here is where I em to stay
I'm so fuckin sure I have it made
Birth sign: Cancer
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