They all look the same.
Waiters. In vain.
You all look the same.
Lovers. In pain.
Panicking, never moving on.
Holding back, this ones strong.
You stay away from me, but never leave my head.
You're gonna be on my insides, til I'm good and dead.
I'm bringing back a selfish notion that you ever cared.
Now I'll drink my magic potion, OOPS I DIED LOL.
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