Here I am, staring into space,
I'm lost in a maze and I'm still thinking Jay.
I think dooms day is approaching,
I know I'm not fast enough so I'm speeding.
I can't tell if you're a moth or a butterfly,
I keep on failing whenever I try.
A peek a day makes a great essay.
If I ever found out it's a lie,
I'm gonna rip you alive.
In conclusion,
Moody mood is suffocating.
Blah, craps.
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