I blamed the postman for sending letters late,
Your tragic past haunts and makes me coil
So I give you my ears for your satisfaction
And restless imagination for tomorrow.
Please look up to the sky, see me there
While I make your life more miserable
By taking blasts of anger up in your ass
So you can come to your own senses.
I am intertwined with a cycle called life. We fall, we crawl then we fly! It's the same old story. Join me as I surrender everything and just be the plain outkast that I am.
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