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I'm already on the edge and I'm -this- close to just closing my eyes and letting my feet slip off.
I wonder which dress I'll pick for them to bury me in.
I don't give it much longer...few weeks, month max.
Done with this failure shit, done with every little disappointment.
Maybe I can meet up and say hi to Gran on the way down.
Fuck you life, you cruel joke. I'm sick of getting back up every time you knock me down.
I wanna smash all my mirrors and write all over the walls and burn myself and scratch till I bleed and sceam and cry and rage.
Maybe I'll plait my hair and cut em off before...then the ones who give a fuck enough can have some creepy hair stowed somewhere to bring out when they're dumb enough to miss me.
I wonder which dress I'll pick for them to bury me in.
I don't give it much longer...few weeks, month max.
Done with this failure shit, done with every little disappointment.
Maybe I can meet up and say hi to Gran on the way down.
Fuck you life, you cruel joke. I'm sick of getting back up every time you knock me down.
I wanna smash all my mirrors and write all over the walls and burn myself and scratch till I bleed and sceam and cry and rage.
Maybe I'll plait my hair and cut em off before...then the ones who give a fuck enough can have some creepy hair stowed somewhere to bring out when they're dumb enough to miss me.