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If my senses wont come to me
I better come to my senses
But I cant
Im too scared of being scared
Like saving cancer-mice from labs
Or half-eaten flies from cobwebs
No sense of reality
Or of concequence
Come come…
Oh dont bother
Ill just embrace myself
And while Im at it
Ill just lift myself up by the hair
Im not here
So youve all gathered here
To knock some sense into me
Go away, cant you see Im busy
Dying of fear of dying?
– Imagine what the world would be like if everyone were to think like you
Well, they dont so shut up
Well Ive got a candied heart
But Im afraid to use it
So what more can I do
Than entertain my demons
In this comic tragedy called life