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...snap
tomorrow ill suck in a cloud of my warm, red blood into a syringe of cold, clear evil - and push the mix right back in. i'll be hiding in the darkness and the dizzy noise in my head of drug induced delusions, with a girl that's desperately trying to comprehend my worthless complexity and trying to love me but feeling that her genuine effort is insufficient because of who i am. now and then people tell me i'm amazing and talented and brilliant, and psychologists have admitted that i have everything figured out and they were incapable of providing me with comforting illusions to live with.
there are others like me, but so few and far apart, and therefore so miserable and nearing extinction. it's a quiet tragedy. everybody will try to save me but no one is able to help.
you'll see me again and again, looking worse and worse every time, riding the downward spiral with a crazy grin that disguises compassion and pain. there isn't anyone to blame. to some extent i feel as though i'm the only conscious being in the midst of these rocks. if i am the last of the kind, i am incapable of reproduction, and therefore extinction is imminent.
you'll see me again and again, looking worse and worse every time, but out of consideration for possible comprehension of how i feel, i'd like to say goodbye while i am still operative.
goodbye
tomorrow ill suck in a cloud of my warm, red blood into a syringe of cold, clear evil - and push the mix right back in. i'll be hiding in the darkness and the dizzy noise in my head of drug induced delusions, with a girl that's desperately trying to comprehend my worthless complexity and trying to love me but feeling that her genuine effort is insufficient because of who i am. now and then people tell me i'm amazing and talented and brilliant, and psychologists have admitted that i have everything figured out and they were incapable of providing me with comforting illusions to live with.
there are others like me, but so few and far apart, and therefore so miserable and nearing extinction. it's a quiet tragedy. everybody will try to save me but no one is able to help.
you'll see me again and again, looking worse and worse every time, riding the downward spiral with a crazy grin that disguises compassion and pain. there isn't anyone to blame. to some extent i feel as though i'm the only conscious being in the midst of these rocks. if i am the last of the kind, i am incapable of reproduction, and therefore extinction is imminent.
you'll see me again and again, looking worse and worse every time, but out of consideration for possible comprehension of how i feel, i'd like to say goodbye while i am still operative.
goodbye