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blue parade, marching on before my dream awakes. pull the shades and i can't escape my head, always leaving you the bed a mess.

every day i look forward to sleeping. i love sleeping, i love being unconscious and unalive for a little while.

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to be clueless as a child and to not having a single purpose in adulthood.

he doesn't deserve this, as i didn't deserve it, and as my future wouldn't.

if i could see him, i would let him drank his magical drink he used to make when he was in the bathroom.

it's about me and the younger me. we both didn't have a clue about what we were supposed to do back then, as well we don't have it now either.

i may be sort of crazy, but there was once upon a time when i could look in the mirror without feeling the guilt crushing me into thousands of pieces.

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let me hear you make decisions without your television, let me hear you speaking just for me, let me hear you crying just for me.

take my hand, come back to the land where everything's ours for a few hours.

metropolis has nothing on this. you're breathing in fumes, i taste when we kiss.

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come with me into the trees, we'll lay on the grass and let the hours pass. take my hand, come back to the land, let's get away just for one day.
let me see you stripped down to the bone.

when OCD catches me being happy and reminds me that i'm an irredeemable monster who doesn't deserve to enjoy anything bc of something bad i did 3 years ago.

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let it turn to ashes and dance in the wind and build a home in my eyes, i need new excuses for my tears anyway.

you will always come back unless you destroy the bridges, fucking burn them to the ground and never look back.

you can try to heal, but you can never forget the path you took to heal, for the path itself is the wound.