Honestly isn't it enough?
Everytime you cross the red line
My tracks go tangling
Anyway where did you become
Such a sneaky perpetrator
Strangely rebellious
You don't want to feel the phantom punch
Isn't it already far too much?
Anyway can you not recall
Feeling every generous trust
As I was petrified
Honestly get it off your chest
Each and every sonnet you sing
Makes me want to scream and stuff
You don't want to feel the phantom punch
Isn't it already far too much?
Isn't there always something
Shaking the ground breaking things
If it's all the same to you
I'd rather just...
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