i cant dig things off you
and i want the solace of my old pillow
bt m a rabbit
blinded by the flashlights
i have known yu never care to pull on d barkes
n i pay with my dear life
but u still try to hide it away
wid just a flash of knife
me being the old stale driping thought j
ust d boring old dirt in a forgotten tiring city
which u wank offf by dusting off ur dreams
u chase me off the bush of ur nostalgia
y m still the rabbit which u just played for the game
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