Fits of rage, carnage my existence
Complexities, render me a bitter substance
Vexed as the clouds move so languidly ,
Find the bugs somehow better off than me..
Hopeless blues now sing to me,
that i ain't where i'm to..
So Just dig a grave for me, would you?
Help me do away with myself..
Cuz i can't take it more, even though
I've done nothin worth yer help..
And if i succeed in failing with you,
We'll have a hearty laugh..
And Al the ghosts of distant teenage past,
would enveee us, but never show it off..
Without a care in the real world,
we'd drink whiskey and hate purple..
I might never say it to yer face,
but deep down within, I..
Hope i'll never see you never, now nor forever.
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