Blood and smoke and darkness and tears,
These things consume me year after year,
Farther and farther,
Closer to the ledge,
Someday, im telling you its coming, I'll fall straight off the edge.
No one will ask questions for no one will care,
About the dead kid with the piercings and long black hair,
No one will be surprised for they all fucking watched it,
And all I'll be is another cold, dead, emo misfit.
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