Right now I want to peel off my skin, rip it,
And maybe I will because I needed something to eat.
Dried red radishes that would save me.
I really could've used them until I threw them out like
Shit that got left over from some get together.
Ha! Knowing me that shouldn't surprise anyone,
Everybody knows I mess things up a lot.
Somebody will save me. But I better be respected.

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