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i promise i am just a fool for fate
i've stressed to you my self detonation
suppose i love all the things that i hate
hate to say my train is at it's station

chemical imbalance is my killer
one day i'm yours, the next i'm drowning deep
dare to dream someday i'll pull the trigger
but simpler with pills and in my sleep

it hurts to think that this could cause you pain
to watch a broken girl pick at her cracks
for death sounds like a golden pink champagne
and holding on will break both of our backs

hear me out, maybe, let's go together
breathe in cloudy water for forever

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