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Is there something wrong that made you leaveWhen we began to exert our hearts on our sleeveThere's a fine line between intelligence and stating"I think I'll use a metaphor to increase my appeal"By standing on that razor's edge, you've clearly sealed the dealWith no prior knowledge of history, you cannot possibly be the futureFor in a world with common knowledge, you simply don't belongI've tried my best to expound upon ideas of:Mortality, individuality and gratitudeBut your type of gratitude involves the fellating of phallic membersAnd you've become too blind to decline force fed traumaOpen your eyes, relive your pastJust for once, stop the attitudeLosing close friends is something we're akin toBut second chances are your strongest aspectAnd I'm waiting for the day you offer one in compactHowever I have no room for those with false intentionsI'd rather see myself dead on an altar amongst "God" himselfBefore I take you back within my roster of friends From Letras Mania