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This just started I'm loathing it This feeling has left me dry Cracked, peeling like arctic winds Face your inner self until it ends So violate me all this waiting So fucking high on paint We can not paint things Chose to breathe in the smog And forget about the fresh air It just started I'm losing it This feeling has left me dull Downtrodden, and sluggish To face your inner self until it ends So violate me all this waiting So fucking high on paint we Can not paint things Chose to breathe in the smog And forget about the fresh air Pardon the lack of company when Scenes switch at the flick of a wrist It don't feel so good to be Dismissed over and over again