Hey Mickey
I'm so tired of all these games,
Feeling things you have doubts about,
Feeling as if I have no heart.
I can't sleep.
I can't breathe.
There's no air.
So what do I do?
What do you do?
When all else has failed,
Well damn you go to Disneyland.
HAHAHAHA
Oh ya baby
When no one loves you
You can always count on Mickey
He's always there for me.......
HEY MICKEY!!!!!!!
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