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I started a fight

with a choriographer

then sought counseling

from a mediator

the tooth fairy came

his knuckles i blame

the trophy was shrinking

when i followed the light

it was obnoxiously bright

wimpy clenched fist

the air is getting a beating

when my trembling lip is bleeding

glass cage shatter

because this story is lethal

chute over ladder

to be held

but these arms are vain

full of veins

comotose to restoration

because the world rocks

this helusination makes me dizzy

come across as ditsy

because i can't stop figiting

with my better half

a casual bath

in poison

not so immune

to spiteful doom

they set for me a goal

to survive

but are you even alive?

just because you dance

just because you have rythmn

but when the music isn't playing

your shoes stop clicking

the boat is abandoned

and you run to the desert

and claim the hurt

what a jerk dj

to stop playing your favorite song!

i shouldn't have started that fight

in the first place

because i really can't dance

when the floor is on my face...