Where does this come from?
Surely not from me.
I never let hate take form
Its not secret information.
I don't like pointing fingers.
I've just been calculating
And the figures lead to one gesture.
Bitterness under a clowns character.
Could you at least tell what's up.
Um stuck here thinking you family
Trying to tell my head to shut up
And fuck off cause you're corrupt.
Is it something i did?
We share my bed for warm
Never hid the food from you
Why do you rid me of my home.
Of the grid. Um just a kid.
They say sharing is caring.
Right now um just tearing
You taking over and dwelling
In my spacing where should i sitting.
Sharing is caring.
Only turns out to be a burden i carry
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