People are trying to kill me

Good thing I have a reptile brain

Good thing I hatched from an egg

Good thing my tail grows back

Good thing my state appointed

Case worker is back in my life

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Walk by me and see how cold I am

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Don’t ever test how much I don’t

Care

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I’ll never need

Anything

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I sit alone in my car on lunch

And

Eat the same leftovers

Everyday

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People are trying to kill me

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They’ll pull up, in a shitty sliding-door

Minivan without a license plate

Full of guns

I’ll be on the corner

Waiting

And

I’ll beat all the charges

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People are trying to kill me

Even if they don’t realize it

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I’m from under a heat lamp

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But not anymore

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You can’t understand

How nothing in this place

Bothers me

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a trained professional at hiding

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I maybe talk to one other person a day

And

Sometimes I can’t