Assylums with doors open wide, where people had paid to see inside
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I fell in love years ago, now it’s gone and I hate you
I’m not a commodity
What else is there to spend my savings on?
Where the fuck did Monday go?
Days go by without feeling, until I rememeber that you’ve gone
Everything’s on the edge of being a cliché
Someone gives it back to you
The mortgage is too high to leave
The system’s taking course and the most powerful are fraud, They trap us in estates, won’t even educate us boys, And wonder why we break the law
