You blew it straight through your head,
all those thoughts of the dead.
You could end it all or try to move forward.
Just between me and you,
all the roads lead nowhere new.
Just an endless cul-de-sac of sorrow.
But I'd like to live,
in a world that doesn't notice I exist.
Somewhere before we ever met.
Speak slowly, every action is recorded.
Cameras in the TV, microphones in doorknobs.
What a shame, that you have to live afraid.
Comatose, when you should feel infinite.
But you are finding out, what it's all about.
To live, to lose, to die.
In the same skin you were born in

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