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I wake up

And I've got nothing to do

The only thing that comes to mind

Is a picture

Of you

I'm a starving scroller

Thumb patroller

Full bipolar

High roller, bleeding at the door

To receive an order

Oh, beloved

My heart is yours

Until tomorrow

You are ignored

You're just my prop in the photo of life

So what good's a friend if they can't document your time?

(You have so much leisure time)

(Time in which you can do things you enjoy)

(Time in which you don't have to work)

(Let me show you a few things)

A picture, a click

Don't tell me I'm insane

The (gibberish) inside my brain

I'm a starving scroller

Thumb patroller

Full bipolar

High roller

Roller, roller, roller

Starving scroller (thumb patroller)

Starving scroller (thumb patroller)

Starving scroller (full bipolar)

Starving scroller (high roller)

Ah, beloved

My heart is yours

Until tomorrow

You are ignored

You're just my prop in the photoshop life

So what good's a friend if they can't document your time?

You are the star of my shadow show-and-tell

Mirroring decor on my digitized-self

(The choice is mine in the photo of a life)

Still by my side

Then I, I'll give you mine

(Eat it up!)

(One, two)

(One, two)

(One, two)

(One, two)