Death You know what I think? Teenage boys, love, and pink? That girls like me should flirt and wink? Instead of bows and dress And god and bless I think of my #life as one big fucking mess I think of death Out of breath That there's nothing of me left In bed I am dead Thinking of escape instead It would be only for guilt To make you think of what you built And how you pushed me too far to tilt It would be to make you pain It would be a selfish gain To see you tied down in my chains It would be as an outcry It would be for the denied It would be suicide
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