In Too Depp

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August 2012

i don't hear music anymore,

the words all get muted,

for your loud ass memories,

pass the gun so i can finally shoot it,

 

what good is caring, being a man like Ted,

from How I Met Your Mother, depressed insTEaD,

dead from the letdown, held on but she dropped,

somewhere in Europe she wanted it stopped,

 

well i've never hopped just to what's hip,

i make my own opinions, don't give a shit,

that this could be it, always rejected,

now i'll go on knowing, what else is expected,

 

my movie is directed by someone like Tim Burton,

i'm in too Depp, now i'm alone hurtin,

maybe if i pack my crap, leave here and go,

anywhere else but here, i can go back to befo'.

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