Moths are just goth buterfies
I’m never enough but I am stuck being me
Those who do not move, don’t notce their chains, but I’m safe as my own jailer
Where am I in all of this?
Always on the wrong side of every door
I’m like an uninvited guest at home, prety sure I’d melt in the rain
My name stands for Piss and Moan
Father would like it if I were a bit less like me, a bit less like me
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