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In my head, im poked over and over again. God im tired,
of this and that s**t.I cant see you, but ******** it because
you cant see true.I am blue.
I stay below ground level, so I cant be discovered.I cant
get my story through.
Who do you think I am, He was, He still, I kill for fun and I dont run.
I am here, still shooting shots of beer. I dont really
care how you see me.
Im still ******** free.He he he he he he is here for you.
I cant see, blind to be, I can bleed.