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pander to and ponder this taste of reality
day one, part one
Emptied out my bag of tricks
No more happiness wrapped in plastic
Now it's time to face reality
Here's hoping i don't go too spastic
My addiction is my affliction
My condition such a tragic story
Oh, how I would hate to bring you down with it
The details so tragic, so raped, so gory
Guess I'll have to do my best
Convey my thoughts, my feelings, and fears
It may make sense but probably not
Spare me your pathetic pity and tears
You see this isn't for you, it's all about me
A roadmap to the minefield of my mind
Tip toe the tightrope, there's pain in all directions
Seems the past hasn't been merciful or kind
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