Anger courses through my blood
While tears fill my eyes
I'm knee deep in this mud
I knew he was just a spy
Fuge this team
Its all been just a dream
Trying to fit in
Just so you could make me spin
But now my seam is ripped
And I've done skipped
So i guess this means bye
Until next time
When I'll finally get to fly.
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