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My final plea.
Commemorate me.
Oh, come on, please.
It's never been so easy.
These thorns as a crown.
A smile upside down.
Oh, put me in the ground.
Why are you still around?
Because life owes me everything.
Wallet bites my hand.
But I'm the one who feeds you, man.
What's not to understand?
If you try, you can.
Money comes, money goes.
List of wants all I know.
But hey, just take it slow.
Look what I've got to show.
But life owes me everything.
There's no answer to the uncertainty you feel.
There's no explaining this feeling.
There's no answer to the uncertainty you feel.
There's no answer.
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Life. Oh sweet life.
You said you found love. And you said it feels right.
Life. Oh sweet life.
You said you're tired of sleeping alone at night.
I can understand.
A penchant for promises.
A promise to please.
It seems so easy.
But whose do you keep?
Life. Oh sweet life.
I may never see you again. Or maybe I might.
Life. Oh sweet life.
You said you found love, but something doesn't feel right.
I don't understand.
A penchant for promises.
A promise to please.
It seems so easy.
But whose do you keep?
Life. Oh sweet life.
You said this is the one. Well, this is your life.
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3. |
Must Win.
03:21
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What's lost if it's not gone?
If you never even had what you think you want.
Smile, don't smile, have you caught on?
Try hard, don't start, this laughing heart.
The slanted roof grit, it cuts so deep
These ripped jeans, these hands sting, these skinned knees.
What's that over the line of trees?
It's misery, unquestionably.
A poor perception of what was certain.
Stare at the light that surrounds these curtains.
Eyes asking but what's the purpose?
Say it out loud. Say it's worth it.
The slanted roof grit, it cuts so deep.
These ripped jeans, these hands sting, these skinned knees.
What's that over the line of trees?
It's misery, unquestionably.
Home is where the heart goes.
A struggle that no one chose.
I reap what I did not sow.
Pile it on, just pile it on.
The anvil falls, please keep piling it on.
The weight doesn't feel so wrong.
The problem is it's not heavy enough.
The slanted roof grit it cuts so deep.
These riipped jeans, these hands sting, these skinned knees.
What's that over the line of trees?
It's misery, unquestionably.
Misery is all I see.
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I'm going to try something new now.
I'm trying.
I'll humor you with the truth now.
You're laughing.
I'll fall back to my back now.
I'm waiting.
I accept this wound as your mercy now.
You're cutting.
What's life without a little excitement?
Shut down, here's the bullet now bite it.
One mistake and I'm on my knees pleading.
A second slips, dear god please forgive me.
Picture perfect with punishment pending.
These throbbing temples feel forever everlasting.
Can you believe I'm actually smiling?
Even when these yellow teeth start cracking?
I'm trying to understand now.
I'm trying.
Won't you give me a hand now?
Oh, just give me a hand out.
I'm on my knees holding on now.
I'm tired.
I accept this silence as a command now.
So loving.
I don't know what I'm doing.
So take me out in the back and shoot me.
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5. |
Caution: It's Wet.
03:58
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There are things you don't know about me.
There are things you don't know about me.
What would you like to know about me?
There are things you don't know about me.
Like the origin of my sheets.
Or what I dream about when I sleep.
The fruitful life I wish I could lead.
But how could you know?
The faint scar on my stomach.
A child's history irrelevant.
Why I feel so distant.
How could you know?
There are things you don't know about me.
There are things you don't know about me.
What would you like to know about me?
There are some things you don't know about me.
Like the origin of my sheets.
Or what I dream about when I sleep.
The fruitful life I wish I could lead.
But how could you know?
The faint scar on my stomach.
A child's history irrelevant.
Why I feel so distant.
How could you know?
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