It's interesting to look through the cracks in my eyelids,
Find wonders without even tryin'.
Staring out the window in my soul,
Womderin' why it's so fah king cold.
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To many mistakes,
Feelin' fake.
To many superficial sunsets,
To few undetected inlets.
I hate these bright colors,
Blue, green, red,
And what the **** is wonder flutter?
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I feel this dark hue,
Trickle down to my new shoes.
Sending shivers down my spine,
It's a good thing death is not a crime.
Trade my soul for a sense of humor,
Must really ****,
Died cuz I had a tumor,
Whatever, don't give a f*#k
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Treat me like a ***** rat,
I'll treat you like I'm Chris kratt!
Explainin' all these animal blunders,
Still not another bowl dunker.
Don't treat me like I'm new,
Not like I work at a zoo.