perhaps ill be as cool as you one day.
or maybe youll stoop down to my level,
then we'll play. I mean,
I'm down for a good time, but
you are just so sky high.
save me your sympathies,
I am writing symphonies.
The fuel you feed me,
I am burning seas of
your filthy disease.
Leave it to the breeze, moving
your poison that pollutes
my breathing.
supersize me,
so patronizing, but
there's no disguising
your blatant lying.
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