Scramble, scramble, scramble the words move in my mind. Scramble, scramble, scramble never still, never kind.

Does he love me? No. Does she hate me? Yes. Give me half a second let me second guess. 

Hour after hour I turn stories into truth…. listen to me people my brain has the proof!

Scramble, scramble, scramble the echos in my head. Don’t think my brain will stop…. even when I’m dead. 

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