I found a place where I can hide it's right behind these ribs of mine
Can you tell me where I've been? I've barely been able keep track of where my mind is every second of a day I'm alive. I want to be kept up with the gods but I seem to only gather dust on my feet and fall and fall till I hit rock bottom. You care to tell me what my life is? Care to take that dare with me? Do you? I wonder if you actually care... do you? Do you really? Is my life nothing but a joke to you? You take my heart crush it like you do everything else in our life. You make me feel like I'm a piece of fucking trash. Do you really wanna play that game? I can play right fucking back with that bitch. You are the thing I hate the thing I love. The thing I can't deiced what I want anymore.
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