Det är lugnt nu. DH snart, förmodligen somnar jag i pausen. Helt slut..
I don't care if your world is ending today.
Because I wasn't invited to it anyway.
You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart.
But now I'm not an artist, I'm a fucking work of art.
You wanted perfect.
You got your perfect.
Now I'm too perfect for someone like you.
I was a dandy in your ghetto with a snow white smile.
But you'll ever be as perfect whatever you do.
What's my name, what's my name?
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