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I'm permanently paranoid
And I'm carrying some scars
I'm lonely and useless
A moon amongst stars
I'm awkward and strange
Neither here nor by far
I'm quietly dying
From the cancer or the tar
And I'm beginning to believe
I should've died in that car
90 miles an hour tell I flipped it
Roller-coaster, no safety bar

They all think it should've killed me
And their all wishful thinkers
But I'm the only one who admits it
Breaking the brush to spite the painter
And I hope there's one girl who's happy I lived
And I hope to someday thank her
Maybe she's scared and lonely like me
And her love could be my cure

And in a multitude of blessing
She would be the one
The Girl Who will save my spirit
Before these sinners' will be done

By NeatoChallenger

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