Taking it down, like a pill-
You´ve given up swiftly-- baby.
Taken it down, don´t know if you will-
Die in your own drool baby.
Burn your own house down.
Hold your story about a rough childhood-
Wear the victims crown.
Round and round with darkly dressed frowns.
Your only addiction is to being down.
Hard done by, let me fetch my violin.
I find your Pain and the spin...
Worthy of the bin.
Born rich how do you remain so spoilt?
Dressed in your stars and stripes.
Your nightmares your wrists aproaching knives.
Self destructive lil´teenagers, midlife disasters and housewives.
Burn through it all, then use the coal to stain the rest of your lives.
You presume to know of the soul. Ha.
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