You can take my life,
Or even give me death
You could be the knife
I'd gladly bare my chest
This mind of mine drives me landmine crazy
The hell yes, the hell no and the hell, perhaps and maybe
I manage to always be tired and upset
But better yet, happy and full of rest
Always but never cold and alone
Never but always warm and fully emptied of hope
This contrasting contradiction can predict and comment
Why i may just die on my own, surrounded by water,
Boots of cement
(But i don't really, but really do want to drown/breathe)
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 6:13 AM UTC
You can take my life,
Or even give me death
You could be the knife
I'd gladly bare my chest
This mind of mine drives me landmine crazy
The hell yes, the hell no and the hell, perhaps and maybe
I manage to always be tired and upset
But better yet, happy and full of rest
Always but never cold and alone
Never but always warm and fully emptied of hope
This contrasting contradiction can predict and comment
Why i may just die on my own, surrounded by water,
Boots of cement
(But i don't really, but really do want to drown/breathe)
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