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i don't like you, i think you suck
and even if i did, well, i don't give a fuck
i transform myself with such precise speed everyday
can't count the times i thrown all my clothes away
i don't like you, here's the deal
nothing i've ever said or done is real
i'm not boy, i'm not girl, i'm not long for this world
but, for now, i'll try to delight you, worth it to give it a whirl
i don't like you, and i never will
my taste is for blood and my desire's to kill
i could move to many a far away land
with my tomcat feelings no corpse can understand
i don't like you, and, well, i don't like me
but i spiral into false hope oh so easily
thinking that some day, i might possibly feel, or love
some good ordained by pederast priests up above
i don't like me cause, fuck, it's not worth trying
there's i some good i try to sell, but nobody's buying
fading books, rotting wood, thinking of closing up shop
become some doctor, lawyer or ruthless cop
i don't like me because i just write music
there's so many good reasons that people use it
i just shit in hollow bodies and call it pure sound
and put it out in the streets, hoping no one's around
i don't like me, i don't think god should either
if only god could see through my eyes, then he'd really see her
and the sunshine she exudes, for which he'd stop the rain
then he'd understand, join me, and look upon me with disdain
i don't like me, because i took this sharp turn
there's a consistency to feelings, when will i learn?
that art and music survive by strict form
my time is coming, i can say i've been warned
i don't like this, i've reached the end of the line
i guess i've just about used up all of my time
if, god forbid, you liked it, there'll always be shit a plenty
but don't worry yourself, this is just neurotic tendency
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Real Talk
02:38
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You again
Two words
One sigh when
Ten numbers, sometimes eleven
Appear on the phone in my hand
Sigh, ugh, I don’t give a fuck
You again
Maybe I’m making a big deal
About your throat slitting, fag bashing spiel
I just hate how I loved how you made me feel
You again
Never forever
They’ll build your kingdom from aluminum
Caskets and picnic baskets, poison apple in every one
sure, I may cry when you’re dead
but I just hope i won’t
you again
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