if the end is never near enough, then this social reserve is the only place for me to let go..
i'm sick, infected with worries with busted lips...
i'm bored with the it of you, and i'm screamin' outloud that your the reason i'm not here...
traveling with the sound of voice, i never knew that your life is so damn non-sense and that selfishness is all i have to live for...
i rather knew you hated me from the beginning never meeting you at the end...
i been sober for nothing and i'm been letting go ever suicidal hate...
telling myself that taking my meds is matter of knowing and caring and i no longer have either... i never been more confused.... i never been more worried....
i would gladly trade places, with anyone else who's running up another a hill...
making a deal to make this life different.... you want to hurt me and you should..
because i'll tear into cinders.... if i only i could, if only i knew what was in store in these moments.... i wouldn't have called for an early angel...
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