You are look like a disaster waiting to happen
Only smaller, thinner, less concrete.
You look like mascara around your eyes
That lingers when you fall asleep,
Alone at one in the morning in your clothes,
Wishing that you hadn’t gone home.
You look like a fallen rainforest in the mud
With cattle sinking into your filth
Bellowing like it will somehow save them
Like someone actually cares.
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I don't think it's finished.
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