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High School yeah, when times get bad, i run to this
smooth blue and cry out pixels
you think thats pathetic?
you think it will ever stop me?
it was quick.
it was sunny.
and in a blink,
the consequence had hit the fan
spraying me with shit.
Your hits are getting closer
and its getting harder to not flinch.
how easy it would be to scream
"HOLLAAA... FUCK YOU."
but hurt masks hard words.
and i was never one for directness...
hey! a writer, a singer, and a dancer!
footing the subject.
spilling out the cancer
in sly, fucked up sides.
i hate us and everything we've done.
it just ain't my fight anymore.
im battlin thin air, trying to get you to come home.
how can I force you to?
I would sacrifice my life for you.
But you wouldn't want it in the first place.
Thats cool.
Really. It is.
I'm putting down my weapons,
I get it,
I'm gettin on the ship back to my country.
Yeah, it hurts.
go make fun of this somewhere.
you think its pathetic?
you think it will stop me?
nothing can ever stop me.
i'm invisible and alone.
and nothing will ever make me solid
i am the seen unseen.
i am the narrator of emersons story.
i am rineheart, and you'll never ever get me.
i get it.
my weapons don't hurt you.
really, its cool.
i can't help you love
if you don't want to.
im on the ship.
i am in the wind.
don't try too hard to make me leave,
im boarding,
i get it.
