Some people kill for less
Some people find
It hard to get dressed
Some people well
Ask how old I am
Some people live
In a life
Some people need
More than a slice
But when it fades
When the glitter's gone
You know it
You owe it
To yourself
You won't let it make you
And it's already crazy
Old and lonely
When the shade is down
The brighter lights
Just smells their empty heads
Some people don't get much
Some people feel here and touch
What your spirit wants
Is talking to you now
Some people just gotta say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick
When it's all messed up
You know it
You owe it
To yourself
You won't
Let it make you
And it's already crazy
And what you thought you
Lost was just mislaid
All the poems
Written in your skin
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