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[__fairytales]

The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying, my heart's racing to keep up.
And I hope I havent overdone it, I hope my body can take it,
I hope I make the the occasion.
It's only this fucked up I start realizing,
All this living is just dying.
And if these are my friends, if this is my home,
if this is how I spend my nights, how I communicate, and demonstrate a love of life,
My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that I ever said,
No I'm not ready to die just yet.