NOT A PREP

Too many faces and they all look the same.
I'm trapped in a never ending sea of similarity.
Walk, talk and act like one person, void of individual thought,
they're caught in the snaring void of this reality.
Dress in their flares and drive their SUVs,
It's all the fucking same to me.
Flick some bottle blond hair, maybe act like a slut,
Not knowing or caring what happens, what's what.

Me, I'm doing my own thing, casual and free
Hop out of bed with five to spare,
just in time to pick my clothes up off the floor.
Grab my blades, and I coast on by
...ignore your looks...
Forget your stares.

What goes around, comes around,
and payback's a bitch.
So you better be sure, and you better watch out.
'Cuz damn I'll be laughing when the money runs out.

RPG CHARACTERS

() A => M
() N => Z

ABOUT ME

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