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Turn out the lights, im not coming home tonight, im not coming home.
I dont even know if i should give a fuck anymore, theres no love, theres no hope. I cant be who i want to be. I cant look how i want to look. Im failing nearly every class. And its because im stuck in these fucking rules.
A borrowed prayer died, before it hit your lips. Your grandfather was the one who taught you it. To speak in troubled times, to carry you to port. Now mechanical it seems so meaningless.. And what do i think? Death is death is death. And no amount of prayer will change that. And anyway, Time is better spent on things you can change.
I think i saw you in my sleep darling, i think i saw you in my dreams you were stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldnt keep.