Two jumps in a week

I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?

Flying on your motorcycle,

Watching all the ground beneath you drop

You'd kill yourself for recognition,

Kill yourself to never ever stop

You broke another mirror,

You're turning into something you are not

Drying up in conversation,

You will be the one who cannot talk

All your insides fall to pieces,

You just sit there wishing you could still make love

They're the ones who'll hate you

When you think you've got the world all sussed out

They're the ones who'll spit at you,

You will be the one screaming out

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