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Hair is just a frame
So fix your face like a portrait
It’s unseemly for a smile to stay
Boy I still don’t know what you will be
I haven't found a life you wanted
Mother you built me well
But I can’t find the next pieces
Is a mind built to think like this?
Or did the teachers make a mistake
In forcing me through the mold
I've grown up in some ways I'm sure
My vices seem less damaging than yours
And that in a way is comforting sometimes
But I’m glad you’re still alive
For as long as that lasts
I'm quick to bed hoping it's a race
And we trip and fall and tangle
At some point I will escape my bed
Even the skeleton makes its grave
But its morning I’m still to die
Give me a break I'm waiting for wrinkles
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