I'm not a very happy person right now.
I'm not mad.
I don't think.
I'm tired of dancing around.
Y'know, like a puppet?
Yeah.
You know someone told me once that I could go away forever and nobody would care.
I sometimes wonder if that's true.
This is why my faith in new female musicians is always diminishing:
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Sounds like Pink+Constipation.
Fucking terrible.
I'm not mad.
I don't think.
I'm tired of dancing around.
Y'know, like a puppet?
Yeah.
You know someone told me once that I could go away forever and nobody would care.
I sometimes wonder if that's true.
This is why my faith in new female musicians is always diminishing:
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Sounds like Pink+Constipation.
Fucking terrible.
