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Nice people
Are you nice?
The butterflies in your stomach
The moths on your heart
Kicking and jumping
Are you a ringmaster with drums,
Distracting the poor insects from freedom?
I can still see you sweating
From trying too hard
From dying too hard
Dying because you tried too hard
Wipe off and run
Prance, rather
Like you are happy
Like a gazelle running from a cheetah
Like a drunk waiting for the hangover
Like its all a lie and that’s how you want it.
I see you are floating
I see you are happy
Nice people are never happy
Never happy people are nice
You are not nice, are you?
The butterflies in your stomach
The moths on your heart
Kicking and jumping
Are you a ringmaster with drums,
Distracting the poor insects from freedom?
I can still see you sweating
From trying too hard
From dying too hard
Dying because you tried too hard
Wipe off and run
Prance, rather
Like you are happy
Like a gazelle running from a cheetah
Like a drunk waiting for the hangover
Like its all a lie and that’s how you want it.
I see you are floating
I see you are happy
Nice people are never happy
Never happy people are nice
You are not nice, are you?
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