Can't we forget about the things I said
They really weren't
A voice of rage, a nailbomb, rammed up the fm
Friendly unguarded and
Clearly shrewd enough
You totally blinded me
Your aggress
This song's about beaver and not the kind
that hides in
I blame myself, for not ignoring you
for guys like me,
Just when I thought I was better off. To leave
The class of '92
A perfect schoolbook example
Friends encouraging themselves to
Don't dare to tell me how I should live my
Death alone from death can save. A man he came
Deep inside my heart, where pain is powerless, that's where
All I ever needed, all I lived for something true,
I'm not the one who decided to ignore.
I'm not
Fade up zoom in, this tragi-comic, story's about
Dorkshire and
Since you've been gone i thought this over and over.
Trying
I carve my arms, burn my skin, just to impress.
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