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I heard her again in a stranger,

stared at as if she were her like stranger danger,

no more anger, didn't we share a bond?

between myself and a brunette or blonde,

i was mighty fond of em all, now it's not so great,

used to be everything now they're oh so close to hate,

no longer searching for a mate, only building,

a girl will find me later, ka willing,

the blanks they were filling, no longer matter,

looking ahead, trying to make my heart fatter,

until the butterflies scatter, i can only try,

to pretend i'm a murderer and the bugs all died,

wake up, no one by my side, but it'll no longer boggle me,

i don't care if i no longer see,

any of you three or four, not sure,

if one is a joke like the others were pure.