fish bowl conundrums
i want to pull you out and throw you down
let you fall and hit the ground.
take you down and wear you out
fish bowl conundrums in and about.
why.
rife rife rife.
disturbia disturbia disturbia.
shredding you in my head and turning you to pulp.
maybe i ll make you paper, or leave you to die a gaffer
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