People are clothes, worn outfits, tattered and haphazardly made. Came around, waiting to be thrown away as the new fad fades. Walked on and walked over. Images that we think we can't match up to. Can't hold our own standards, cause we don't have our own. Can't breathe easy because we have had the lesson yet. I breathe sleazy, and I breathe on you.
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