I'm sorry you think I'm full of shit
But maybe now that you took that hit
You can understand why I slit this wrist
To numb this pain
To keep me sane
To let it roll, and turn, and twist
To grant my first, and final wish
A brand new place, a different time
To banish all of my so-called rhymes
Just cart me off to the Land of Never
So that I can play pretend forever
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