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Feb 2017
Am I supposed to thank you for your presence?
Rain coming down and making me cold and wet.
You bought tickets to see the main event
and all you got was an emotional wreck.
I give out no refunds, only a promise to pack it all up
and show off the show somewhere else 'til someone calls it art.

Dark clouds compose my inner-thoughts
and now lately I've been thinking about it.
I guess I found out the hard way
that we are what we brought with us.

Am I supposed to praise you for your example?
You may have gotten your hopes up
for something you saw before me.
Get ready, say goodbye to what you thought I was
because I don't build anything here.
I just bring in the props to tear 'em down
so put away your therapist face, I am what you're not.

Dark clouds compose my inner-thoughts
and now lately I've been thinking about it.
I guess I found out the hard way
that we are what we brought with us.

My soul sticks out of my shield-like skin,
my logic comes with a cost of feeling dead.
I've been attracting all the things
that I put in the back of my head,
hoping they would rot away sometime soon.
I've been attracting all the things
that I put in the back of my head
wishing they'd never crash my party again.

I guess I found out the hard way
that we are what we brought with us.
We are what we brought with us.
Hoping they would go away.
Wyatt
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Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
(22/M/South Carolina)   
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