My relationships fail I remain a bit frail

How can I be cold but needy a stolen freebie 

Writing my feelings down realising I’m wiping right here this frown off my face 

Midway through an epiphany that this shit helps 

Not new news but the swim hit Phelps 

Was never full belief when I proclaimed medicine

But now the ball’s with me in my court and the fool’s believe that I wouldn’t die for 

This whatever the weather be wetting this shit, is my therapy session  

You muppets and cretins are getting muffins and something

Fuck

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