| Life can be beautiful sometimes it hurts
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| One day we’ll return to the earth
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| I’ll burn into ashes turn into dirt
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| Circular patterns occur to learn what it’s worth
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| Each try and fail
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| Still eats away at my iron will
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| I hide my pride like a lion’s pelt
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| But either way I know I’ll still feel
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| Lonely inside a crowd
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| Felt ennui for a while now
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| Palm trees are fireworks
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| To celebrate this dying place, okay
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| I’m still healing from the cuts
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| When you peel away the blood
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| I don’t love the way I feel some days
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| But I feel the way I love
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| Forgive me I’m not what I seem
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| Kiss me, I’m falling to pieces
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| I hurt all the people that need me
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| I killed all the gods I believed in
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| Abandoned amputee
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| Alone and cold on a bathroom floor
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| Born below all the apple trees
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| Mourning for what you had before
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| The sunset above me is lavender
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| I see phosphenes when I rub my eyes
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| These people walk past me like I don’t exist
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| Anymore while these pictures distort in my mind
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| Porcelain skin concealing a war that’s within
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| I’m wearing my sins like they’re ornaments
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| Forming two horns I adorn like a crown
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| Thorns in my side, becoming so normal I forget they’re mine
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| Mimes Pierrot dead sparrow heads in my tarot deck
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| Eros pierced me with an arrowhead
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| Always erudite in being scared of heights
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| Terrified I’m skeleton-bound
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| Feet on the ground but my head’s in the clouds
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| Never was one to just blend in a crowd
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| Let it be known that we’re desolate
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| Destined to drown |