And said you never could.
The other one, when you put your head
Inside the oven cold;
You said you were just cleaning it
And to go to bed as I was told.
You spend most days crying
In your soggy bed
Or else you're thinking of dying
Of graves and dirt instead.
I watch you as you do this
Just haunt and torment yourself,
Life has lost its sparkle
It's purpose, it's shine, it's wealth.
But if that's how you're feeling,
If that's how you see,
If there's nothing worth sticking around for,
Then don't stick around for me.
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