Late at night at the sink
The mirror stares and makes me think
what if i let my body sink
Let the blood flow in sync
Relive the dreams i thought were pink
Leave it all down the drain
For once I'll relief my pain
And i don't care what you think
At least i didn't die a fink
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
Late at night at the sink
The mirror stares and makes me think
what if i let my body sink
Let the blood flow in sync
Relive the dreams i thought were pink
Leave it all down the drain
For once I'll relief my pain
And i don't care what you think
At least i didn't die a fink
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