It's not jus u I'm watching but who it is tucked behind ur back... Not that I'm looking through u but more less who is it that's attached... What strings dangle from ur fingers as u chuckle with life.?. The master of puppets with a single twitch hidin the faces with the reasons of why... Who is it u let in that u pretend doesn't exist.?. U could neva see me n I won't allow u to add me to ur list... Findin my name in the mix of the filth flung from ur tongue jus isn't my thing... The last thing u need is some good dingaling... Who is it ur supposed to be.?. In what fantasy to I need to dream to join the madness u possess.? Walkin around claimin what others give away til they leak with the lack of interest... Purposely bein all about self as lusts is the substitute forced into their chests... False intensions relate to shallow minds believin in the gullible to win... U truly ain't shit actin like u have somethin worth a fuck to enjoy past a few months in... U prey on the weak as they feed on to it useless facts of where u stand in life... Ur all about the fuckin hype...
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