I fantasize about
Being cut down to size
And telling you sweet goodbyes
As I'm watching you cry
Then I'm walking through some door
To a place to get well
Where I can be cared for
In a white sterile cell
And I don't like to poeticize
Or double the gravity
'Cause what's broken inside
Can rattle about in me
The bad days remind
And the good days forget
The burden is mine
And you get what you get
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