Why do you stay all up in my stuff...
Feeding?
As if to nurture from my thoughts,
To take and twist.
Where are those of your own?
Do you have any independent,
Within you that sit?
Why do you do this?
To prove what and to whom?
You should have a lot of space in your head,
To give your own thoughts room.
Why do you stay all up in my stuff...
Feeding?
To leave others believing you can think.
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