I can see through your many disguises,
Get out of my head and into my veins,
I know you can sooth the pains.
If you can't take life no more,
Don't come a-knocking at my door,
For I could really give to shits,
You should really call it quits.
If you think the last lines were cold,
Get into the ground with dust and mould,
Cause you can't handle the real mankind,
This is the truth you need to find.
In this place I call me home,
Beside my bed and cellular phone,
You'll never be more truly alone,
Then spending three minuets with me.
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