Let me count the ways,
Maybe I can destroy all the things that I love,
So I have no responsibilities.
Not to scare you, I'm really a nice guy,
But these feelings are something new to me,
I guess I had a large resevoir and tolerance,
'Cause, now, I'm really close to just bursting.
But, who knows, maybe when the rough seas are past,
I will find myself in a much better world,
Maybe society will still be unjust,
But into my own mind I might have curled.
And it's alright,
If everything is actually the same.
If my resevoir isn't emptied by tears,
I can try living in a world of just pain.
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