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Red candles

Theres no one left, just me in a torn up mess.
They smelt so sweet but its nothing to keep a hold of till the end of the week.

The boys and guys are holding their signs saying go alone till theres a one, go alone home.

Experience is te-dious, tall, dark and silent it stands looking over the river in my Amygdala
He says "fuck her"
But i dont love her.

Ive got to run down, run down to mr breakdown
and ask him a short favour.
 
Now I want to know why his voice was so familiar it was better than the people that im yet to meet
dont tell im a liar because you caused that fire whats not gonna be put out now and never!
Don't tell it to the preacher!
Don't speak to my mother
Don't talk to my brother or sisters!
Don't bring me a fucking armarder!
Im not angry im just pissed that you were the one in that damned mist

Don't talk to me ever again
If I say it once I can say it again but don't you dare come here and confess your sin
Smoke all you want but ill be higher than you have ever been

Last night was the last night

Im saying how it is now fuck your new friend and don't you call me again I was down now im high once again.
theDaharka
Written by theDaharka
(charli summerscales)
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