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Depression is a fat bitch sitting on your heart.

Yves Saint Laurent

How can you stay in my mind

so long?

I want you gone

quit playing on my sub-conscience

I hate dreaming of you

You're in my past

stay there

I don't love you anymore

You're cruel

I'm certain guilt was your fuel

now the guilt's run out & I don't hear from you no more

It hurt again

like it's fresh

It doesn't make sense

with the way you treated me

despicable

I tolerated it though

Ashamed of my past behaviour

the way I was wrapped around your lies

Once it was over

you told me we were friends

I really thought we were

but you had a mental debt

you were just running out the clock

like community service

hourly worker

You're money focused

it drives you

my drive still comes from a bear

rather many bears

ironic

I live for the planet

a planet you've claimed

as a play place

I get it

life's a game to you

you don't get it

we'll all lose if we don't do something

You are part of the culture of ignorance

one video convinces you it's all a conspiracy

"those problems don't exist"

idiot

what about 99% of all the other videos?

Trump supporter

you really are an idiot

You may be successful in your world

but to me you're society's failure

product of your environment

money, money, money

Louis

collabs

fast cars

Sure they add up

to success

success of the bourgeois

but how can ignorance be our go to?

You're everything I don't like

Once you were my whole world

I was a different person then

when I was with you

a naive girl who also felt money was the way of my world too

You taught me a lot

but now it's more about

what I've learned that I must now forget

You're shallow

child in a kiddie pool

water wings on

you can't even sink

but you certainly can't swim

You could have changed those in for real wings

bright as I knew you once were

society said "money & power"

you lapped it up

don't drink that Kool-Aid

you've been warned

I don't see a place for you in history books

mortal

except as a mention to the collective who followed

the societal norms that nearly cost us our planet

every story needs a villain

You could have been St. Augustus

now it's only St. Laurent for you

bet you'd wear it all the same

How can you be so proud

loud

part of the crowd?

You could do anything

how could you choose to be you?

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How'd you get to up here

with all those gold bars?