There is nothing I’d rather do
Than mess around the skylights and watch all the world go by and see
I am meant to die ahhh
You ripped the heart from my chest and I was only being selfish
I wanna drink and inject some loose transformation uhh

We are going to become lesions in some emptiness

To be and see and hate what we are... I never expected you to give a damn so why bother

Everyone will walk out on me and leave me to myself

The End

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