Im sat alone, i feel like a clone or just stoned, on my throne, playing a xylophone, eating chicken off the bone, as I grow I start to show what lays below, behold I become a loveless troll, as I stroll, trip to a roll, lost my soul deep in a dark hole, stole it right out my chest, now I can't sleep, I can't even rest, not till the day, I meet my death.. I still feel I can't make sense of the world around me, its seems so strange, the person I want to be, the person I see are two completely different things..
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