actually nothing i just need a block here so that it isnt randomly 2 in this row instead of 3

in lipstick on the mirror are the lyrics to my obituary in iambic pentameter, followed parameter crossing my eyes, dot my t's i was delivered holding scissors i live deliberately, i'm a quitter and a winner anyway 'cause i never agreed to participate in this game won't follow my dreams, no, they all got me waking up screaming i can let them go from me, after all there's no i in team

and i'd rather be normal, yes, so normal i suggest that we keep this informal 'cause a normal human being wouldn't need to pretend to be normal, to be normal well, i guess that's the least that i owe ya to be normal in a way i couldn't be, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah c'mon, c'mon, and love me normally