and the hate you love to adore
is inside you all along
and you sing it upon strangers
the tune of your favorite song.

you plan your life so perfect
and hold it all so dear
until 5 hours later, when you wake up hungover
and see your life more clear.

you can’t predict the future
or even remember the past
because you hide yourself from others
and live in the void of the vast.

you don’t know who you are
and you’ll never admit the truth
that you have no clue what you’re doing
you’ll always be aloof.

this shit rhymes too much
and it doesn’t really flow
you’re trying to force the feeling
instead of just letting it go.


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