the human soul is a treacherous place
he threw me here; my mission is to pretend..
pretend that the night has settled
pretend that this is the final stage
pretend that this is what it's meant to evolve into
pretend that i'm okay.
i watched the world give up on me
cored these lungs away.
cast me out to sea as if i were a mare human being
he took away what i thought wasn't much of a heart anyway.
heavenly to have a dark pit bestowed in me
heavenly to be carefree
but what am i supposed to do;
when the best part of me was always you?
-Inside H. Cranium
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