Nervous Breakdown
Dictae of a New York City-ensconced worried gay.
5.25.2006
Game, set. Love.
We may bring you week-old news
We may help you take a snooze
We may force you to be sick
Our ass you may soon kick
We may make you take a knife
As a way to take your life
But you can't say it's not true
That we never looked out for you
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