Someone wrote these words before
And my back's against the wall
As I try to be original.
Did you try to call me all week?
I cracked my head open on my bedroom floor.
Did you try to talk to me all week?
Well, I don't want to talk to you.
Just get out of my room.
I scratched out my eyes,
I can't stand the sunshine.
I feel okay as long
As I'm feeling like dying.
I trust these lies that
I didn't tell myself and
I trust the things that are
Killing me in the end
And you're killing me.

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