i'm sick, sick of getting in under the wire
phone ringing
my brain is beginning to short out right now
be careful when you speak
i think you might say better things
than those wastes they all leave
on a computer screen
the dont know me
they got plenty of payrolls to peep into what i dream
meaningless words
asking riddles that have no answers, no linders
the Queen is calling of this party
it's time for me to escape
i cant, cant take less
i'm always making better best
which leaves me no rest
it's and endless quest
beware of "Had i wist"
there's no worse words to make em pissed off
why do you always twist my words and cut your wrist?
please dont ask me how many spoons of sweat dreams you should put into your empty cup of coffe
i'm not a bully
it's just your choice
meaningless words
asking riddles that have no answers, no finders
the Queen is calling off this party
it's time of me to escape
when you talk, mean it
dont be scared to tell
i want to reveal it
the secret of this mad party
please
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