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Baby pick yourself off the ground, they don't care for you anyway

By , i dunno, Japan
she was not dead, but not alive either, more like a ghost with a beating heart
without a start
not this part
a hollow shell infecting all that knew her
an obscure beat beneath those she cared for
without stop
without stop
she gave away everything
she gave up anything
to feel that beat in her chest
to know she was alive
without a start
not this part again
fingers tracing her cold skin she trembles never letting people get this close
not as cold as her heart frozen old
now that time has told
now that time has told
which had long ago devised a plan of self destruction
a path derailed
most fatal romanticism with self destruction
she lost herself in the vast emptiness within
no longer with a soul
no more a toy of fate
she took to her hands
and screaming said
god you monster!
take this from
without stop
without a stop again
she alive without a beat in her chest in her chest
shes alive more close to death more close to death
without a start
not this part again
she gave away everything
she gave up anything
to feel that beat in her chest
to know she was alive
now baby dry your eyes
it won't get better
it never gets better





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