Wondering when you'll notice,
If you'll notice,
That I stopped a while ago,
But they don't say that do they?
No because they live off rumours,
And if there weren't any left,
Then what would they be?
Normal? No, never,
Because they couldn't be,
Because normal is an unrealistic lie,
One among others,
But they said I still did,
But I don't,
So tell them that next time you think,
Not you, you,
But her, you,
Wondering when you'll notice,
If you'll notice
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