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Still a Little Wasteful
Everyday
No one wants to know of my decay
I have to look glad to be alive
But every day I want to blow out my insides
No life, no love
That's how my story goes
I wish for someone to spend my days with
Knowing I'm dreaming of murdered hope
I was ready to die, I wanted it so
Attached to the rope, someone pulled me out
Then left me to die
No one wants to know of my decay
I have to look glad to be alive
But every day I want to blow out my insides
No life, no love
That's how my story goes
I wish for someone to spend my days with
Knowing I'm dreaming of murdered hope
I was ready to die, I wanted it so
Attached to the rope, someone pulled me out
Then left me to die
Published 24th Dec 2017
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