to talk down to us,
when you were the first
to get on the Yolo bus
I'm not saying I'm special
but somewhat thinking clearly
my thoughts have been celestial
So I give this to you dearly
I assure you it would be easy
To type up a big game
justify my sinful actions
And hide away all of the shame*
But ya-know what? screw that life
for a while I was unclear
But the sinning causes strife
Im tired of living in fear
Every bit deserving of a knife..
So for once lend me your ear..
But wait, Imma let you know
that again I have found Joy
And fate, Is ready to go
Joy
late but still bestow'd
Panic4VanityKills
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