When I speak clear
I am boring (and awkward)
(Not that when I don't I am not)
I hate these feelings
(Not that these really are feelings)
Isn't this circle too tiny?
I am back to that phase again
The words left me with none
(Yeah, you may say these are words
But these aren't really really words)
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Each word has a soul;
I think I just killed them yet
Again