Thursday
School's back... ugh
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lying on your stomach
sitting on your bed
he's gone, face it dear
he won't return.
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Sweetheart
You listen to fake punk
Searching for the meaning you lost
Sorry hun, it's not therr
It never was.
You think it's style
Adorning spikes and dying your hair
But you're still conforming, angel
You never stopped.
You forsook your tears
Seeking refuge in blood
Dear, why are you doing it?
It just reveals your ugliness.
Decided you'd stop now
Because you got your attention
Sweetheart, you're like you began
A pathetic cycle.
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I can't believe i'm doing this
(it's good for you)
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Bottled
Locked up
Combination code lost
Wondering when oxygen runs out
Hating death, loving life
Warmer..
Feeling claustrophobic
Almost.. paranoia
But
Nobody's there.
Losing life, embracing death
Finally somebody opens the box
Only to look on hopelessly as
a body
falls out
.. dead ..
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