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Trust me, this shit's real life
And trust me, I keep a big knife on me
In the forest with a rose in my hair
Every time I roll the dice, I just pray that I'll get lucky
I play with color curves and I'm playing with my life
I'm eating garbage out of swan hands for the last time
A pestilence wedged in my eye and in my mind
Parasites in my room, I don't wanna say goodbye
I keep a knife cherry kissed with blood
Johnny Sorrow face, everyone's gun
Yeah, I spin it all around
I'm a fucking sad clown and I can't stop crying
When you do it, feels just like a hug
Kill me and wrap me in your rug
I still hate my love but it feels like a hug every time I'm frowning, but I won't stop counting and I can't help drowning
All things considered, I was never that good at life in the first place
It's an odd, odd feeling
It's a real odd feeling
And when I do it all again for the third time, I still won't feel that bad about it
I did it 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 on me
Broken glass, 16 year old faker razor
Pencil shavings and I'll make more of them
Sterilize it and give me a hug
It's pure thigh confusion and dysphoria, and it's love and self-hatred
It's blood
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