you know sometimes i wish i was someone else,
just one chance to get outside myself, take one
day to live someones life, maybe even be
someones wife, or maybe be a killer
holdin aknife a disguise, so no one can see
who i am, and for once i would have a
chance to win, im tired of losing, tired of
hiding, can someone understand what im writing?
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