23 Lovely in the back of the bus, there's no us Nothing but a trap for some love or disgust Searchin for a path that I'll rush in this grunge I'm hurtin but it'll pass by this drug it's enough I'm not a canvas or a stained glass Peter Always performing for an audience but I hate that theater Feverish demeanor, desires up in the ether I'm an unwired dreamer, tethered to this sheep herd With no way to show my wolfs true teeth Feel insane I roam the cold#moonbeams I'll try to carve my niche into starry old sky I can't reach out to my darling, don't cry
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