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The saint
Fuck my life
Im so ungrateful
Never once did i thank anyone
I was born with perfect physical health
Only to slowly melt
I watch my mistakes play over in repeat
Like my tourmented heart beats
My lifes like a tragedy
You have everything you possibly want in the beginning
But towards the climax you lose everything
Fuck my life
And its references
These blades to dull to even resharpen
Im such a pussy
So i smoke a lucy
And try to avoid cutting vertically
Im like a generic brand
No one wants me unless they cant aford the real thing
My lifes like stubbing your toe
My lifes like never knowing love
Never knowing a single gesture of kindness
Never know the taste of the sun on your lips
Never knowing such an unconditional love
Never knowing why the sea loved the shore
Never knowing why the devil knew in advanced
Before god could help...
Fuck my life
Id trade it for hers
She loved me
She loved this earth
She loved this hell
From the street bums
To the murders
Loving a street's flower like roses
Because to her everything had purpose
Even the though of oxygen being recycled
Being apart nurting the trees
What a heavenly presence that attracted
Single minded addicts
Fuck my life, they took away a saint.
Im so ungrateful
Never once did i thank anyone
I was born with perfect physical health
Only to slowly melt
I watch my mistakes play over in repeat
Like my tourmented heart beats
My lifes like a tragedy
You have everything you possibly want in the beginning
But towards the climax you lose everything
Fuck my life
And its references
These blades to dull to even resharpen
Im such a pussy
So i smoke a lucy
And try to avoid cutting vertically
Im like a generic brand
No one wants me unless they cant aford the real thing
My lifes like stubbing your toe
My lifes like never knowing love
Never knowing a single gesture of kindness
Never know the taste of the sun on your lips
Never knowing such an unconditional love
Never knowing why the sea loved the shore
Never knowing why the devil knew in advanced
Before god could help...
Fuck my life
Id trade it for hers
She loved me
She loved this earth
She loved this hell
From the street bums
To the murders
Loving a street's flower like roses
Because to her everything had purpose
Even the though of oxygen being recycled
Being apart nurting the trees
What a heavenly presence that attracted
Single minded addicts
Fuck my life, they took away a saint.
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