everything is falling to the waste side
slipping through the cracks
the real me asleep at the wheel
the one you see
falling apart
at every puddle
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everything is falling to the waste side
slipping through the cracks
the real me asleep at the wheel
the one you see
falling apart
at every puddle
change the channel
i can’t stand your voice;
the lies stack higher than a mountain
words paved with cement
and sealed with a kiss;
i can’t stand your voice.
i crumble at each vowel