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You don't say that I'm a shitty fucking piece of shit
Then go to greener grass and claim that you're an optimist
I'm looking through all of ya bullshit like a magic kit
See every red flag and true color like optometrist
You need the power no for real you're just a masochist
I've connected all the dots like an astrologist
I'm an apologist
Serial monogamist
You got on my last neurologist
I won't acknowledge this
The ventriloquist controlling me
With monotone mythology
Where's my apology
Save it like economy
that's enough from me
Because I hate to say
I'm changing and I'm not sorry
With everything to prove until I end up profiting, Couch



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Writer(s): Chad Short
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