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stuck here in a bloated swell I walk thin ice these days take a moment to take a swing punch myself right in the face
I just wanna be left alone to pull the scalpel if I please examine everything below and fill myself with grease
I'm just waiting to bleed I'm waiting to waiting to bleed I'm just waiting to bleed all over you
I 'm not gonna ask for help so what if it's dark in here I see myself perfectly in the scope as I breakdown all that's broken
I wanna be swept under the rug, pushed beneath the wallpaper painted over , the layers and layers you'll never know I was ever there
I'm just waiting to..
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