Aren't so nice
The formula i seem to have
Is mocking me
Waiting for judgment
Waiting for the next kid over
To sit down
And say what a little shit
For thinking I'm so special
Well that too
And I get tired of myself
It's like that
So set in these rythm of words
It's like that
When I see you smile
It's sometimes
Better than any sentence you could utter
And when you touch me
I don't feel so scattered
Or so set in a pattern.
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