i hit a rabbit now it's dead
my boy's ambition turned out red
and now i curse myself instead
and oh, pink lady in my hands
things do not always go as planned
the more i figure out what's true
the more i push my self from you
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tripping along the gravelly path it's hard not to walk in the grass
driving too fast, no filter dumbass, trapped inside a shirt made of glass
sad but true to say
it saddens me easily
trees and their leaves, the wind makes them speak
so naturally as a fact
flora and fauna, teeming in sync
i want harmony just like that
my senses don't work
will you tell me what hurts?