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Hey mom, i wish you could read this,
I need some direction, from the western abyss,
I am lost in New York, never sleeping with my city,
I kept derailing my future, whenever my eye caught any girl thats pretty,
now I am baffled, when was my life confiscated from me,
why wasn't I able to stop it, why wasn't I able to see,
that the derail-er was myself, ever since you left I have to fill that space,
have enough empty names, with nothing but a pretty face,
almost found my way, then she popped up,
must have roofied my future, she brought me my cup,
I have no recollection of any feeling, which means I never had,
thank dreams that just like Pokemon, you were just a fad,
you were in at the time, now you're nothing but a memory,
who knew I could look at you like this, nothing I could ever foresee,
you need time, well I request years,
pour my roofie free cup for me alone, and say cheers.