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Alone while i'm surrounded, wanna grab this pen,
and stab away at my arm finally having an end,
haunted by memories of never forgotten enemies,
long and creepy crawling in my mind like some centipedes,

strong odor from a heart donor, stoner musk,
blonde bombshell with her stripes, boner bust,
gave more than a bit, gave it all, nothing left,
everything happens for a reason and for that i am blessed,

too shy to push and cold hearted to try,
so i just go in the corner, crawl up and die,
no more coming around hoping to entice me,
cause next time i won't reject you so nicely,

it's not that i don't care. i'm more to prevent,
i know the end will feel like free falling to cement,
you left me all alone, drove off into the distance,
shit, i never had the time to say good riddance.