..Each stab to my back was deep and it bled me out for weeks..
“..If I ever get the feedback that we lack
This trap was intact and in fact it kept me in the weeds
Everything we are is gonna change
And likely leave a stain
The mask will stay the same
I wish that I could say this was a task that I can handle
But I’m sure the outcome would have been the same
What are the odds that I would be fucked up just like you?
What are the odds that I would be happy too? (Happy too)
What if I’m not the person you thought I’d be to you?
What are the odds that I would be fucked up too? (Fucked up too!)”
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