If you can understand this, let me know. I'll have to change it.
You push me against the curtain always. I always screw up when he's watching, it's a curse. I am still the nameless. So much happening, so much complaining. I'm not in love, it's just a silly phase you're going through. where is the truth in all of this? the rustic chord. tune me sharp, drop it down. watch as i spin. the chinese water torturing of my soul. so high, so high, where? spin, spin little people. Hold your pose right there. mix the fake smiles and match our bruised bodies. high kicks and salt licks. but remember your tall vowels. stretch them out on one of those devices. the snake of red, causing judgement all around. feel the callous, tape it all up. grin and bear it. shine through the pain. shine through the shoddy technique, watch as the catwalk falls. i am beaten, i am bruised. i won't give up, i will be better, i will be noticed, you will know my name.
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