destin for flith |
terror and life is dead confined
why is life inside of me
why do freaks confide in me
try to be, divide to be
what the hell is wrong with me
no right to live cause I failed as a poet
what right do i have, so fuck it and i'll screw it
incoherent
unapparent
dead informate
it wasn't me i'll say
then it will go away
why won't it stay away
what kind of loser writes like this
this kind of loser ain't worth piss
eighteen years I wait for a kiss
who would read this garbage
who would have the courage
I would try to make me die
if i thought i wouldn't fry
i don't care, i shouldn't lie
i could lie, i wonder why
what a stupid place for a pause
now could you stop riding my case
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