If my senses won't come to me
I better come to my senses
But I can't
I'm too scared of being scared Like saving cancerOr halfNo sense of reality
Or of concequence Come come.
Oh don't bother
I'll just embrace myself
And while I'm at it
I'll just lift myself up by the hair I'm not here So you've all gathered here
To knock some sense into me
Go away, can't you see I'm busy
Dying of fear of dying? Well, they don't so shut up Well I've got a candied heart
But I'm afraid to use it
So what more can I do
Than entertain my demons
In this comic tragedy called life.
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