You just can't I'm one of a kind
Open your eyes you're blind
Favor, and free your mind
You produce no good fruit
You've been given the boot
I'm equipped with a parachute
Sounding off ancient flutes
Created by, thee elevated
The world, disrupted devastated

I miss the old you, the one who dedicated me songs of love, not judgemental responses, love overcomes everything, oversee helping you see things, maybe you've changed, become repugnant and filthy, I don't know what to think anymore, maybe I'm just in love with the old you