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So, I start this out without much to say

I see things that put my day away

Staying back for good reasons

And flying through the seasons

One, two, three, no one sees

Four, five, six this makes me sick

Pictures of things so fake to me

Makes things easier indeed

Put lines in the sand

Makes things go as planned

Things get easier in time

I understand

Things are easier you see

So stop fucking with me

Oh, an opportunity to unfold

All i feel is the cold

Blistering bitterness on the other side

It just makes my sigh

Things get easier in time

I understand

Things are easier you see

So stop fucking with me

So stop fucking with me

So stoooooppp fucking with me