No its happening
To someone else
Don't tell me to deal
I don't take appeals
And just because you made it
Doesn't mean it won't break
I'll just fade into this
bona-fide (the realest) fucking fake
They call me a paranoid
Detail obsessed
Well maybe you're in denial
Maybe you're upset
I pace in loops
Cuz It makes the thoughts go
Or maybe it's where they do
Who made me know?
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