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I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor, everything ‘s so tense and gloomy I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room just as soon as I walk in, Its like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact Cuz if I do that, then it opens a door for conversation, like I want that! I’m not looking for extra attention, I just want to just like you Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don’t need no fucking man servant, Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack, and half of them ain’t even funny like Haa! Vahid you’re so funny man you should be a comedian god damn” Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don’t you all sit down, listen to the tale I’m about to tell Hell, we don’t gotta trade our shoes, and you ain’t gotta to walk no thousand miles
