Under a red sky, I told her, "I want to die."
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And how I cry with no concrete reason why
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and have bad dreams every night, or every other night.
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I feel sickly, like I am lost at sea.
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And all the girls I used to know are high on ecstasy,
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and they're much happier than me, I think.
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She told me things would pass,
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like the girls who smoke the grass,
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like huffing gas out in the dried-up meadow grass,
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uer stars that shine like glass in the sun.
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And she said, "Would you shoot me in the head?"
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We shot the breeze and had malt liquor instead.
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Passed out together in the shed or the bed - I don't recall.
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I said: "What better way to put myself in my place?
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What better way to get out of this goddamn place?
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Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in this fucking place.
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What better way to put myself in my place?"
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She said: "Broken hearts are easy to hide.
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Broken hearts are easy to ignore.
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see, when you break your heart, nothing really breaks.
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Look at me, and look at you:
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18, and dead - at 16 you were almost dead.
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Just sleep with me in my bed,
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and don't say those things you said."
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Conversation With Dr. Seussicide
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| I Hate Myself |
