Packing My Bags
Patch works
Of punched wall hurt
Packed bags
About to meander the earth
My intensity
My personality
Is too much to encompass at first
As far as I can see
Things can't get any worse
Traverse desolate lands
Where the insanity sucks me in
Like desperate quicksand
Your is not equipped for this place
I'm afraid you just won't understand
She came to me with a smile
And took my air gasping hand
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