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Syrup
You talk a lot about drugs, men, and green.
You always tell yourself that you wanna be lean.
You look at yourself as a failure.
You find it hard to see your future
Your so young and I don't want to see you fail.
Your heart is to warm, not cold and frail.
You don't listen to me though, you don't listen to yourself.
You loathe in your thoughts all by your selfish self.
Sadly, you is me.
I will always a losing game.
