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I don't even know anymore man I don't want to live anymore My chest gets heavier every time I exhale Every bridge looks like a place to jump Oncoming traffic a play zone, I want to wash my skin with a razor blade loufa And clean my teeth with cyanic Listerine I walk barefoot in hopes of venomous spiders I break mirrors while walking beneath black cats on ladders All the while hoping my 7 years comes in a lump sum I hope I choke on a Goldfish for the irony Because it's the snack that smiles back
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
The Irony of Choking on Goldfish
I don't even know anymore man I don't want to live anymore My chest gets heavier every time I exhale Every bridge looks like a place to jump Oncoming traffic a play zone, I want to wash my skin with a razor blade loufa And clean my teeth with cyanic Listerine I walk barefoot in hopes of venomous spiders I break mirrors while walking beneath black cats on ladders All the while hoping my 7 years comes in a lump sum I hope I choke on a Goldfish for the irony Because it's the snack that smiles back
ronnie-james-corbin
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
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