everyone changes in different ways,
mostly all in a different parts
you'll always remember how to say,
you can never stop if you never start
everything tells me that corruption runs
in the hearts of ones who cant help
and show their pain through many puns
but only you can find through thick kelp
what is it about human nature,
that makes the innocent take corruption
with open arms and take fake nurture
but eventually they'll make correction
i dont think we will ever know
what makes the innocent go white as snow
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