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LETRA
Incapable Of Abstract Thought
You play the headstrings as if they were a harp.
Don’t you tell me any different.
So cut the drama.
We’ll shed no tears for you.
You are nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Catch and release.
But I want to take you down to
where the greatest beasts get butterflies.
I think you should go back to where you came from.
You’re fuc*** things up.
You’re not wanted here.
You are losing your appeal
just as fast as rumors fly