Default....I listen to anxiety-ridden pseudo emo records
Because its' something unabolishingly familiar
So how will you translate my prior addiction with a guitar chord?
Thus, tell me lately have you looked in the mirror?
So I watch you as you back away
Leaving the streets with an iota of your taste
You then tell me how yellow I have become in the shade of gray
And thus, in my myopic life, how much did I contribute to waste?
Cure me with a touch
With this misdiagnosis of a disease
You are the one I pine for as such
And so I beg yo to love me please
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