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We don't need these unclean feelings, or- 

Reiki is under the umbrella of two people, an adult man, and adult woman, who's faces are scratched off

These unpleasant 

Reiki looks up to them and images murdering them

Look, for everyone to be happy

Reiki sat up and left under the umbrellas

Is expecting too much, it's this dirty

(music)

It shows Reiki walking around a neighborhood while her house is only a landfill

Everyone Reiki see's or walks past has a scribbled on face

Reiki's teacher bends down and exclaims: 

"Everyone is different!" People say

Our values,

A knife with an 'x' pops up

and pleasures

A condom appears

Are the same

Reiki looks up and says:

But if it becomes, inconvenient, this time its:

"We're only human." Just saying whatever you want

(music)

Reiki walked past the teach who was stunned

Reiki grabs several books and looks through them

So then, make a proper textbook

She flipped through the pages

With proper definitions

The ideal way of life, with

She comes across a page of romance

pure proper boy-girl relationships

Reiki under her parent's umbrella's as protection from the rain curls in a ball and sits there

That's right when we say we're lonely

Her parents come to her sobbing because she was such a 'bad child'

And just pretend to understand each other

Her parents then hug Reiki with a manipulative smirk, but Reiki dully doesn't respond already knowing their intentions.

The truth is we're mistaking satisfaction for love

Reiki sighs as she pushes them off her and stands up, saying: 

"We really don't understand anything, huh?"

Reiki lays in an empty room with only a dog inside it.

We're pretty useless

Reiki looks out two holes that show reality

The human race

It is already, much too late

Reiki grabs her chest slowly her heart is being torn out

Because our instinct fit on whichever wavelength is convenient 

After tearing out her heart she brings it up to a single trash can

In our dirtied feelings

She threw the heart in the trash in anger and stomped away

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