When we were young, we thought the days would get better.
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Today I talked myself out of ending this.
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I've been out chasing silhouettes, losing frozen smiles to a thousand regrets.
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And all the way home, I could see your breath though we looked dead.
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"I'm so far from here..."
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We laughed.
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"Our time is running thin."
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But I always knew how the end would end.
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I never said I'd stay to the end.
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Fuck you, fuck all of you.
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You'll never know what I wanted to say.
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Those words are as dead as the air I breathe.
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Life is just a big second guess, a broken staircase of mistook steps...
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You can trust me, it's not okay...
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Sore-Throat Syndrome
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| American Nightmare |
