Sometimes my back gives out And I still give out my hand but then I consider to just sit out of the room and then smoke a cancer stick And ignore another addict that asks for it Sometimes I feel like I just cant handle it I tend to put lists down of my goals Ill never run to I tend to put lists down of regrets Ill could never undo I just live wondering what can luck do Im a causer of smeared mascara and it makes me not wanna put my head up but Sometimes I dont care cuz I love that I could get a girl so fall so hard she lands in China and gets executed When I dream lucid the world is full of useless beauty and bliss And girls are always clean, dtf, and never loosened My room is on the moon painted with tie dye And my lightbulb is an artificial lime light Here I can always speak my mind and not worry about my life But outside I tend to twist my mind like Well... If you know me you how I twist my mind like Im a causer of smeared mascara and it makes me not wanna put my head up but Sometimes I dont care
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