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I hold a gun against your temple
Embarrassingly and pathetically you whine for mommy
I'm not your mommy?
Your mommy isn't here, I deprived
You of her, you should've seen her
Desperate look

You didn't find your place in existence
Your refuge became something that in others'
Eyes is seen as obscure, weird
Dark, dangerous, isn't anxiety lovely?

You turned your old dirty self away
Now you could elevate yourself above the masses
You turned to the extreme, you became
Finally accepted
Now you were suddenly deep and remarkable

But when death knocks on your door
You realize that you're still the same person you've always been