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I only see your shadow;

For you, I kindly waited—

My eyes are very open,

But my heart is very hated

LOOK AT IT.

I—

JUST-LOOK AT IT.

I want to die and

I don't know why

I want to die and

I don't know why

I want to die and

I don't know why.

Why lie about it I

Feel like dying

I look past everything—

Even what I should see

I feel like dying

I'm constantly out of alignment

With my design

Don't mind me,

I was just l

Light at the end of the

Nightmare, or just a dream

I keep on waking up

Crying myself to sleep

I want to die and

I don't know why

I want to die and

I don't know why

I want to die and

I don't know why.

Why lie about it I

Feel like dying

—

I love the way your body looks—

Please, hold me tight and don't let go

I love the way your body looks—

Please hold me tight and don't let go

Come take a glance

At my mammary glands

No arms, no hands

No legs, no chance

Something bout those camouflage pants

I

Yeah, I'm just a fan,

I promise

I'm Stan

It's that bad

It's that bad

I run 15 miles an hour down a mountain

What you think about that?

I forgot a pen and a pad,

But look, I found one on the ground—

Aren't you proud of me?

I turn a mound into a man—

I promise,

I'm a fan

It's that bad

It's that bad

I'm a fountain

Look, I found you

Proud family fountaine

Yeah, I'm just a black

Campaign magnet manager

Yeah

Everything the prophet Jon said was a code,

And yet

I was nowhere to be found at all

I was

Probably still drowning in blood, after all of it

Writing my name on the wall

Or deposit slips

Slitting my wrists at the catacombs,

Woah

Slow down

This is all so uncalled for

So much the overachiever

And leaver of lovers,

The teacher

“I loved him so

Much”

Stockholm,

Stockholder

Stop go,

Stop go

red rover,

Red rover

Send someone right over

Cause

911!

911!

Hit the ground running,

Or duck and find cover

(Or better yet, find a revolver)

You're calling a four leaf clover

Art for the front cover

Ah, a world wonder

“I should probably call her…”

Enough

Sir, you remind me of someone

You left the door open

I probably won't close it

A loft, like the apartment I once

Grew up in

Or whatever my mind was,

In the moment

Why would someone smell this way

I'm just a machine, I'm

Irony, irony—

Ey!

Flock to the crossing,

I've never felt so dumb before

Just after

Loving one star

As hard as I could

And it all fell apart at the alter

Now I'm at the crossroads

Sell my soul, sure

For certain

But I never owned it

You'd better talk to my husband

He owns it

I'm better off drowning in sorrow

Than blood now

I'd better count all my arrows

And bloodhounds

Before the sun goes down

And before the hunt's getting started

A carver, for carving

But I couldn't quite catch the words,

I was starving

I couldn't quite