

the living dead.-the living dead.
i can hear the birds chirping outside my window, i know all the voices in my head are laughing at the dust summer leaves behind
people without faces, blue sky without cloud, i realize i am falling in love with nothing at all
the only living things are the memories preserved in jars of jam in the backyard.
not that i care, i hardly remember anymore, i only remember that you forgot me
the plum coloured future i envisioned flattened like a bridge, burned away under my steady glare
i am my own worst enemy, do you not r
Thanks for the watch miss!
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Out of my mind.... Be back in five minutes...
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Committing suicide is like telling god "You can't fire me...i quit."
You're the sleeves to my straight jacket
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Committing suicide is like telling god "You can't fire me...i quit."
You're the sleeves to my straight jacket
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Są pszyszłapy do gungulatora?
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Committing suicide is like telling god "You can't fire me...i quit."
You're the sleeves to my straight jacket
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Committing suicide is like telling god "You can't fire me...i quit."
You're the sleeves to my straight jacket
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我是你的香蕉王!! 哈哈哈!
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Committing suicide is like telling god "You can't fire me...i quit."
You're the sleeves to my straight jacket
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