you have to do these things for
yourself
I'm bound by stranger feelings
if voices tell me to act it out
I just won't bother listening
you have to do these things for
yourself
I can't help much past raising
your booster seat on the pyre
while you heave through your
flute for me
you have to do these things for
yourself
you have to do these things for
yourself
you have to do these things for
yourself
my mind is odd and fevered
if voices tell me to act it out
the question's "how or never?"
you have to do these things for
yourself
the animals are watching
I feel the wind that comes
when you say it's the end of days
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