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One bad thing after another, Why try to change it? Self-destruction begins to smother The emotions inside. Might do something I'll regret, But what does it matter? My life isn't over yet. This series of misfortune Will continue forever. So I'll drink this whole bottle, but Still happiness comes never. So I'll pop all these pills, and maybe Some lust might fulfill What I'm missing inside. All this at my own will Because I don't want to know better. Stone-cold heart in a locked cage, I will never let anyone in. Self-destruction is my hobby. Self-pity is my sin.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
self-destruction
One bad thing after another, Why try to change it? Self-destruction begins to smother The emotions inside. Might do something I'll regret, But what does it matter? My life isn't over yet. This series of misfortune Will continue forever. So I'll drink this whole bottle, but Still happiness comes never. So I'll pop all these pills, and maybe Some lust might fulfill What I'm missing inside. All this at my own will Because I don't want to know better. Stone-cold heart in a locked cage, I will never let anyone in. Self-destruction is my hobby. Self-pity is my sin.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
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