QUESTION MARK?
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I've got the question mark on my heart
On my heart
On my heart
It's where I get enough
And fall apart
And fall apart
I've got the question mark on my heart
On my heart
On my heart
It's where I get enough
And fall apart
And fall apart
I've got the question mark upon the heart
I don't where to begin I don't know where to start
Things are always breaking down and then they fall apart
Got a lot on my plate, just tryna make some art
It's like an odyssey, a fallacy, honestly not who I used to be
I'm navigating the frustrations of the century
I've got the question mark on my heart
On my heart
I don't know where to begin, I don't know where to start
It's where I get enough
You talk so big, you're just another part
And fall apart
And fall apart
I've got the question mark on my heart
On my heart
I don't know where to begin, I don't know where to start
It's where I get enough
You talk so big, you're just another part
And fall apart
And fall apart
Yeah I made some bad decisions
And I missed the mark, I missed the mark
Was hit with maniac precision
And the change was stark, the change was stark
Maxed out on diabolic visions
Then my went thoughts went dark
Then my went thoughts went dark
My thoughts went dark
La la la la la la la my thoughts went dark
After tasting human blood even I
Couldn't tell you what had happened here in the park
I went the wrong direction and found pure perfection
I had the bite but I lacked the bark
Yeah I lacked the bark
I've got the question mark on my heart
On my heart
I don't know where to begin, I don't know where to start
It's where I get enough
I had the bite but I lacked the bark
And fall apart
And fall apart
I've got the question mark on my heart
On my heart
I don't know where to begin, I don't know where to start
It's where I get enough
I had the bite but I lacked the bark
And fall apart
And fall apart
Woke up in a corn cob prison
All the stalks were barbed
40 miles every direction
I just might starve
Woke in a corn cob prison
All the stalks were barbed
40 miles every direction
I just might starve
Wandering in my own indecision
And I'm still at large
I'm still at large
I had the Question Mark