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if i fall, i fall hard, onto you, and then all apart. but when the room went dark and
i needed you, where were you?
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he needs easy, you want weak. when you were hungry, i was soft and pink. i bleed easy, i go weak, you look hungry then back to me.
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you think you're someone else and it only hurts when it hurts yourself. americanized, jesus christ, born to lie, so you lie and you lie.
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so i'll twirling around my room again, spraying blood like the food court fountain. forgive me, my trespasses, holding my neck through a hole in the mattress.
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been scared of the dark for all of my life,
i'm digging my grave by all of the lights.
i'm always afraid but never to die, but not just yet.
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first you've got to do it for Dale. raise hell, Praise Dale.
love is a nightmare and all that i've got still getting lost in a bare parking lot. and the vertigo's fun til you want it to stop, praying this is the end when you know it's not. i could be good but it wouldn't matter. there's no silver line on a fucking disaster. i hope that you're happy, glad you can forget, while i'm spending my nights reliving it.
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feeling the sunset's light on my skin and wondering when is it my time to set like the sun as well.
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my roman empire is actually my entire life. i can't move on from a single thing that has happened to me.
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i just want to experience everything and feel them at the highest level possible and then fucking explode into ashes.
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i've never felt so alive, i'm drowning in light, why i have never felt so alive? i'm a feather falling with the wind tonight.
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and for my final act of love, i will collapse into tiny pieces, as if i never existed.
