Just like an ice cream nightmare,
my thoughts are freezing, cold.
I am not paranoid, I just know
what everyone thinks about me.
And I have created my own hell
with notebook paper and fear.
Listen to me dear,
I want to be lost in anonymity,
washed and waxed with pity.
Also,I want to be a rockstar.
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