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[grandpaspeak]

you try
a little
you'll be gone
tommorrow
why are you so blind to see
the problem is you and me
as simple as the rhyme
your ignorance is falsified
taking nothing
im givin back
and gettin back
your selfishness starves us
every moment you abandon
clears to space the distance
one day
we'll be on different plains
and you know

i'll just never fit anywhere

ode to the rogue and puzzled peices