for the first time in years, i swallow my pride, i dont think i can fly, but i know i can glide, im having such fun, on my carnival ride, ive been treated like dirt, and pushed to the side. im alone in the woods, but there's nowhere to hide, i wish i could sleep, but i already tried, i had to give up, cause im just thrown aside, don't try to revive me, i already died. i wish i could help, but my hands are tied, i cant tell the truth, cause i already lied, they told me to help, so i went and applied, please take it back, my food isnt fried. if you think i am crazy, thats what you implied, im standing out front, but i cant go inside, i cant show my face, cause i already cried, but now life is better, and my eyes are dried.
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