Your heart is on your sleeve and there's no turning back.
Transparent bodies in a sea of magnifying glasses.
Every soul has a scar, everyones walking with spears in their backs.
We all know the end of a row all too well.
A blessing and a curse, a chorus without a verse.
Haunting and repeating until your hair is ripped out.
The circles are deep and trailed upon.
Marked with our footsteps, even the shy first strides.
We entered the ring with miles to go.
Then we realized this is no more than to and fro.
With so much drama in the LBC,
it's kinda hard being snoop d-o double g.
"Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person?"
And the subtle way that they do these things,
and it hurts so much, so much like
choking down the ambers
of the greatest blaze."
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