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What you want and what you've got aren't always what you need Spend your time trying to walk a line, seeking serendipity Keep serving your head on a platter expecting loyalty When all you need is a glimpse into a parallel reality Wasted youth is a tragedy when you're in the driver's seat Pray for someone to take control while you ignore your basic needs Stop spinning the wheel with a plan, forget fortuity Nothing quite like a drop of blood to reveal who's circling Forget about the casualties I'm not a fan of subtlety I only wanna help you see How different it can be I'm so ready to fuck fortuity I'm so sick of the bruises on my knees I'm so ready to fuck fortuity I'm so sick of the bruises on my knees From Letras Mania