Late again, I've lost the will,
To make my bed and brush my teeth,
There's no breakfast for me,
Cause I didn't buy any bread,
Not a single glass is clean,
My palms are sweating now it seems,
That I lost my fucking keys,
Why are you doing this to me?
Anything I left you now,????
Mirror mirror????
Watch a born man???
Putting mustard on his salad dish,
Cooking fried fish smiling at the camera like she's something else,
I need help.
All at once don't spread me any details,
As we pork on this,
Find journey together,
Come on and give me all the dirt,
Then I'm thinking about letting go,
To be consumed by this TV show,
What a beautiful way to go,
Watching late night TV drinking lemonade cold in my hand,
Mirror, mirror how come I look so happy when I feel so dead?
I need help.
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