A look into the nature of myself.
I’m cold and rotten and indifferent.
I’m scared and dangerous and defiant.
I’ll call out your name but I’ll run.
Oh – I’ll run, run, run from you.
I’ll find a way out when I want in.
I’m a silly and fucked up little thing.
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