.I don't want to talk about it
Do you think you'd understand,
How things can get so fucked up with such good intentions.
If roofs turn to sky,
Held by the gravity of nothing,
An ironic and literal making of a bed.
You can walk away,
But there is a reason to stay.
They make bad.
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