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I can smell the caramel burning
but how does it burn bright?
The tuna on my hands
smells from 7th grade
And all I can hear
is the rain fall down

Get up, get down
get all around
live in the past
live in the future
where the hell is the present?

Can't treat you
gotta love you
don't know you
schizotypal whacked out
multie dissed my personality

I'm gonna laugh in your face
make you think, make you come
Make you want me like you knew you would

Raging hormones, violent lies
violet dresses and teachers that go by

They want two, you want one
Got no chance at understanding.
Everyone dies but only a few live
Can I be the one that is dying to live?

And if I screamed over your spilt chocolate
would you hear me?
would you care?

And if I died on the bathroom stairs
would you hear me?
would you care?

Dying, death destruction
A triple D
but no triple E.
Triple R's
but it's not really ours.

And Eliot and Sexton driven into death
by Slyvia Plath and her wannabe lovers
And as you spiral down begging for forgivness
You know you'll forget
all that you were
all that you are
all that you will be.