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May 2015
This city I've moved to has severely stained me
It's beaten me down, strangled me, and pained me
The people and their rudeness here have too often drained me
But occasionally, they've sadly made me laugh and entertained me

I was watching a VHS tape of myself as a kid
Before all the bad things I later on did
And I wept when I saw all the life I have lost
I've grown up and moved on, but at what sort of cost?

And when I look into the mirror, I see nothing
Like a reflectionless vampire, always bluffing
Trying to convince the whole world I'm not out to drink their blood
Like I'm not intending to **** them and stick them in the mud

But that's what life is
Taking what's mine, stealing what's his
Killing the others, competition execution
Clearing the path and creating a solution

No one wants to be a silver metal
Or a shriveled daisy with only one petal
We fight to be golden, a name the world knows
We want to be a tulip, or a beautiful rose

But we all stink, depending who you ask
So I choose to smell like cigarettes and whiskey from my flask
I'm giving up on being great, I'm done trying the task
The shades are up, the light is shone, and I'm taking off my mask
Arlo Disarray
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