Decorate me in false pretense.
Let's make the pain a little dense.
Take me to another cloud
where all this craziness makes sense.
I'm highly hopeless when it comes to buying truth,
so sell me another memory I could use.
I owe a lot of answers, but can't seem to problem solve.
Transport me to a place where hallucinations evolve.
Tune in the radio, lock the doors so nobody knows.
Yet again, misbehavior flows.

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