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Hertz
I am enthralled by a mild fit of hysteria
I see it as a chance to express the hurt within
In time, I'll surely learn to stop holding back
And punch the closest person as hard as I can
I am nothing short of commonplace
I see your world through the eyes of contempt
I bet at some other point, I would have admired you
But I would have been just as wrong as I was before
I can't seem to figure out why you move the way you do
There's no sort of mystery other than a lack of intent
I can't tell what you meant by your association
Or why you even chose the words that you did
And I ask you openly with hornets pouring from my throat
Why all of the foul play as the curtain falls to the floor
What can be said that justifies the ice in my arteries
Please give me something that hasn't been said before
You've made it clear, the care has been absent
But what else can I say to stop myself from screaming.
You know that this isn't right.
