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Some Frustration to Share
And there it is
Ms. Perfect
Living and loving
Hello, Helicopter! - O.S.I.
We all adore you
Please come down and visit
Kick off your shoes
Stay a while
Be happy, live free
Believe that it'll be all right
Because that's what the radio said
But I guess you need some guiding light
I just hate being alone, some times
But then again
When I created a little shell
To contain all negative thought/emotion
Eventually the space is all taken
And there, an explosion
Throw in some screams, some random jumps and punches
And you have a mental breakdown
Isn't it pretty?
No, it hurts
It burns like the spit from a venomous reptile
Tears are like nectar
Only less precious and more common
Thanks to our jolly situation and our happy state of mind
State of being, state of physical abuse
Because there is no such thing as differing personality
Different mental conditions and/or diseases
They let us think we're unique, when really
We're just a bunch of fucking infections
I can never stop apologizing to you
But I've forgotten how to read with any emotion
What the fuck is the point of another sappy love poem
Eventually it'll meet its fate in the garbage can
I hate you
I don't even fucking know you
And I'm sure
That you've heard this before.
You're a waste.
