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I May Be Schizophrenic, I'm Not Sure Though

It's midnight and I'm a grave
What clothes should I stuff myself into now?
I'm a liar
'Cuz it's one a.m. at time of writing
Somebody catch my breath
I'm a sinner with no time to spare
A clock maker that can't keep the grandfather clock in in his own home ticking
Self-absorbed I am
I may be
Take me down to the river bend
The fighting edge
What clothes should I force over my skin?
AM I PRETTY YET?!
Those strip tease shows keep messaging me on Skype
And I"m not sure what to do
I'm looking for friends
All I get is hoes
I guess that's how life goes
I'm a liar
'Cuz I still talk to those stripping Skype bots
Somebody steal my air
Then we can be friends?
Written by Llywenllyn
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