Hey sweetheart, don’t take it so hard. I’m sorry I was bringing you down. I didn’t mean it when I said, that I wish you were dead. Hey sweetheart, is that your new car? Why don't you drive it off of a cliff? Because I can't stand your life, since I am no longer in it. Hey sweetheart, how far is too far? Cause now I have some blood on my hands. It may have been a mistake, but I am only a man. And the pain is real. But so are the pills. I can talk to my therapist, pretend you don’t exist. The further you go, the colder my bones begin to grow. They’re cracking and creaking, creating a big scene in the vessel of my body.
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