More old shit. Depressed teen garbage.
I feel better now.
I got voices in my head
to keep me company.
Just some guys
behind my eyes,
to keep my sanity.
I’ve got time to spend
with the lot of you.
More drugs to mend
the pain that rends
my lonely heart in two.
Love’s a load of shit.
It doesn’t exist.
You live the lie
and then you die,
so where’s the point in it?
When you love
the sun is rain.
The sky weeps
for your pain.
And you go on
for days and days.
Nothing changes…
Nothing’s left the same…
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