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8 Jul 2014

What to offer

If I had to choose
I would not pick me
I’m pink
I’m passed my peak
And little to offer
A fucked up mind
And never there
I write
And sell

Can I offer
What you want
What you need
What you deserve
As I fuck up
As I come with yellow
Yellow here
Yellow there
And your Yellow?
Can I be
Can you be
Can we be
I don’t know
I know I want
I want all of it