Wilbur Soot — Internet Ruined Me
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Look, I know I must sound insane
But that’s part of the package
If she can’t handle me at my worst
She don’t deserve my mental baggage
I know you want six foot four
But one foot more and I’d almost be tall enough
To reach the high shelf, be your incel
I think I might be a threat to myself
A threat to myself
But why does she run?
When I’m monthly giving her 50 percent of my income
It feels like my ideas of affection
Are based around artificial perfection
I just want to appease
The internet has ruined me
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep (together)