But empty days weigh on the mind
And numb thoughts weigh on my time
And I wish I would've died
Years ago
So why don't I end my tears
And succumb to all my fears
And lay waste to all the years
Of my useless life
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Pounding in my head
Facedown on my bed
Wish my oxygen would just run out
Wish that I was dead
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Eyes racing all around the room
Heart going just as fast
Wanna just gouge out the eyes
That stare at me from every corner
Wanna gouge out my eyes too
They cause so many problems
Wanna hang myself off a balcony
Like brother dearest did once
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I write my name with an uncapitalized first letter
Don't know why, but I've done it forever
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ᗩᑭᑭᗩᖇITIOᑎ, ᵃ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ
Randomap·pa·ri·tion /ˌapəˈriSH(ə)n/ (noun) a ghost or ghostlike image of a person. A collection of songs by Flowers. A lot of them are sad and/or incomplete. A chunk of them may be featured in an album I'm making called 'a look into the mind of...
