I write one draft
It either goes up or in the trash
Don't waste time changing my words
Don't care if my thoughts make you squirm
Don't have time to analyze what it means
Am I your stalker or am I insane
Don't even care if the rhymes aren't clean
Just try to keep everything plain
Cut myself open and see what pours out
Stick a pen in my blood and make it shout
And you can look away or pretend I'm not here
Or you can come up close and ignore those fears
Doesn't really matter to me either way
In the end what you do or say
I'll still do what I do
With or without you
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