| I HATE MYSELF AND I WANT TO DIE Running nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my full fill In the someday...What's that sound? End it someday...What's that song? Broken heart and broken bones Finger pressing down the hoarse pills One more quirky cliched phrase You're the one I wanna refill Words are brokenlives Five pieces of board turned around Attached to the skull by common wood screws A child would like to do it |
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