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Well do you wanna talk about it,
Do you think you'd understand,
how things can get so f****d up
With such good, such good, intentions.
And if, if roofs turn to sky,
held by the gravity of nothing,
an ironic and literal making of a bed.
You know, you can walk away,
but there is a reason to stay.
They make bad bad jokes,
it's okay not to laugh.
For every push forward,
you get the same f*****g push back.
You had, you had nowhere to go,
so you, you found someplace,
you have, you have to say you start lying
What the f**k were you thinking?
I'm not sorry...
I'd do it all again.
All the lines between hate, love, and revenge
It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead, but just dead feelings.
