it's insanity
no love in this town
where i ask is the humanity?
no time to study that pointless drap
we need something to make us cash
hang out at bars, shoo the flies away
gotta be up early so i can sleep all day
let me take a look at your credentials
loosing the belief in my potential
make a girl go mental
ease the pain
play the game
and day by day
it's all the same
sex tape power
internet fame
not interested enough to ask you a question
don't mistake this please, for bloated pretension
then every year turn turn and it's nothing how it used to be
give me fun, sense, balance, a little sprinkle of simplicity
you make me uncomfortable
come closer
come closer
*this poem kind of looks like a gun*
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