How could I be help to you
When I can barely help myself?
A penny for my thoughts?
I have no interest in wealth
I have no idea what I'm doing
And I will not tell you that I do
But I'll tell you again simply
I am not what's best for you
I'll distract you from your goals
And fill your mind with my thoughts
You'll be falling for my trap
And tying your stomach into knots
How do you not believe me?
For I speak from former fights
You'll be suffocating soon
The cold hands grasping, tight
Escape while you can friend
This advice the only help I can give
Let my brain bring me death
As long as you can live

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