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Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce
But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint,
And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud.
You don't know how it feels,
You don't know how it feels to be me.
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But let me get to the point - Gloom, despair, and agony on me
let's roll another joint - nonono, allergens/irritants/anxiety issues/I might like it
And turn the radio loud - no, no loud sounds/bangs/bumps in the night/I haven't had a Xanax in over an hour
I'm too alone to be proud - n/a, bikers, sweeties, neighbors' kids on the stairs, which they will no doubt be falling down any second, breaking their necks and everyone else's who happens to be driving by, and it'll all be placed on her insurance, and she'll have to move to Botswana where no one will pay her rent
You don't know how it feels,
You don't know how it feels to be me. - Yes, yes we do. It's terrible. It's awful. It's whatever is worse than anyone else has ever experienced