I am a floating log
I am a sitting duck
I am a waiting room
I want to open up
I am the morning light
I want to stay in bed
I started up a school
To freely mistake my head
I am an apple seed
Unwilling needle drop
I blame myself for this
Terrible epitaph
I am the stolen keys
In spite of my point of place
I am inside the eyes
Of all the young psychopaths
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