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Little angel, is this not what you had imagined the world to be like outside of the gutter?

Hectic, sad, and boring, your melody plays. Not on a record player, on my nerves and veins.

It's getting harder to act like I don't really care.

Though playing heroes is not par for the course for most of us, that’s how it goes. Let’s try on those roles.

With a knife she enters the stage, and rage is the only thing I see in her eyes.

And yet, I couldn't have wished for a better end.

and sadness proliferates in me

I woke up to see myself receding yet my heart was still alive and beating.

My blood’s running cold, yet the air is getting hot. Every single word hits another nasty spot.

The trains are going round and around again.

And so was mine, with my restless spirit captured on film.

But say, I don't wanna mind the gap I wanna be one with worms

I knew that we were destined to be!

but if you feel like looking at me rot, you can stop by because why not

Call it my wishful thinking—I call it common sense.

Ah, I wish I felt nothing at all.

I guess not all is lost for this pathetic place.

If my flesh is torn to shreds, then it's a worthy sacrifice.

My personal Armageddon is knocking at my door.

take it from me—this voice in your head—nurture that monster under your bed