It's sick to imagine
make your cake and eat it too
tastes worse than you thought
dwell in myself
Can't wait for nothing
its good to doubt sometimes
what lies here you can't see
harsh words beat me to a pulp
turn our words inside out
and see what happens
my words are like water
one day after another
piss on me and I'll go home
but I'm fine
you say you make gravy
I sit here waiting for you
and I'm hungry, do you care?
patronize me and spoon me shit
01.12
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