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Overthinking is a sickness
Hopeful that you’ll get this
Hope it reaches you and your dad doesn’t dismiss it
Flask full of some liquid
Eyes fixed on a misfit
I can hear the steps from someone in the distance
And they call your name
As you sink and fall into your grave
Optimistic is his witness
Like to show to risk it
You’ve go the potential to make better decisions
I thought I could ditch this skin suite from existence
Instead I rose in the search for more consistence
And then I saw your thing
And fought until god caved
«I wish you’d answer your phone, listen hon; it’s on the radio. Woo-hoo!
Love you.»