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feeling is believing
and time just keeps on stealing
dont tell me that im breathing
because ill show you that im not.
not here
not there
not broken everywhere
like the cuckoo clock
that used to hang in the dinning room
the cuckoo would always cu-cu too soon
as if a reminder yell
"you were born, appreciate it." cu-cu
"you were born, appreciate it." cu-cu
and you tell me i'm not crazy
but i'll tell you that just maybe
the music running through my viens
is making me insane.
if you cant remember my name
dont try and play my game
because we all know what real poetry is.
so why bother listening to the this shit?