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a dove is a glove that i wear on my heart
and though i like to dress smart
it doesnt have any part of the world of fashion
and you're there to put me down
and im sick of the frowns that follow me around
i would like the sky
but theres no reason why i should stay in this world
with the nose of girl
its turned up so loudly...
this is the clouds ive never been here
and though youre physcially here
youre pushing me away
to decay like the day that i loved
is a girl blabbin nothin outside my window
what do i have to show to a world that the only way to destroy
is to die like a baby boy
i could be the infininty of the space ...but i know im somewhere else
with the words would be on the page
and it would be real
that i eat my last meal
i wish i could feel
but i dont know if im real