there's no use listening to me now
i never meant it
not a word
i was who i pretended to be
and forgot who i was
there was nothing wrong
but the bows
the pink polish
and manet's
jardin
and there was nothing right
i don't want you to hear me now
because when i yell
it's for myself
i have no need of
a peanut gallery
i have no need of
the world
we are here
and here we will remain
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