i am strange
a fucked up sage
handing out advice, a dollar a page
but there's no erasing all the feelings that i feel
i either lock em up or set em free baby free
so they can roam the earth instead of me
oh me, who's me?
am i anybody?
egos racing through time and space
colliding gracefully face to face
thoughts are shared but please do beware
because who are we to tell anybody
about anything?
at all
i feel rage
fuck this page
everything i write, i've already said
but there's no denying when the words leave your mouth
that they are supplying us with fear and with doubt
but the noise is soothing..
so can't you just sing with me?
at least im somebody
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