December 29, 2008
Drifting through time
No cares on my mind
Leave them behind

Say you love me...
What does that mean?
Don't get a thing

People are nice
They're just a device
Don't need advice

Say they hate me?
No loss really
Just feeling freely

Lovely strange faces
They'll untie like laces
They're gone like races

What about death?
They're just rotting flesh
It leaves a bloody mess

You're fun to play
We fade some day
Mind if I stay?

Who needs a friend?
Every now and then
When I feel human

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