Isolated in a circle, triangle or square.
I admit that I'm going soon and I've no idea where.
I have driven round the bend and found nothing but flat,
All that I have spoken of, what becomes of that?
I don't get to rest that much, when I do these dreams,
I swear it's like they're messing with me, telling me not to sleep.
There's a pink little book that stores what I think, and it's titled "please don't breathe"
Dear body in knots, dear body has cuts, dear body, I love you not.
It's a choice that you've made, always.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Out of your freak & mind?
'Cause I am.
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