from my head to my middle finger, I think I really like you
my head dreams of what my heart can never be
please control your child, ma'am, or i'll do it for you
time holds a loaded gun to my head
no _______ future
now im all blown up
fury and melancholy are like fire and ice
please make me believe
take whatever you want from me, but know that none of the hate and pain is free
build up build up overflowing, running, screaming, gasping, choking
denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.
take those rotting guts for garters
there’s no belief in anything
never trust a pumpkin
the art of lying is a science
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