Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

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Fabric in motion, the cloth of silk, strong and built, and as I feel I try to break away the enamel from the metaphysical teeth of this fabric of time I'm in.
Confusion and conflicting are my writings, whether it be about girls or music its just at the timing it means nothing just writing to say something.
And even though it means nothing to you it means something to me.
As I have said time and time again, words are symbols of metaphorical thoughts and idols that will soon make you claim a title and although the dishes are clean the dirt on my mind still needs to be scrubbed and get the thoughts out of the gutter, if I get nervous I get a stutter but in times of distress I'm smoother than butter but all of it is fake so one more time I'm gonna fake you out and fall apart.