If they told me the world was ending I don't think I'd be sad -
At least we'd get rid of the loose ends.
When I say loose ends, I mean the kind of kids you wish were dead.
Same old, same new.
Same big fucking deal
Whole in the head but not in the chest.
Leaking my soul out through my pores.
This isn't pity, I just ran out of bullets.
There's a boulder of hurt coming and I'd love you to visit when it hits home.
Sit tight and wait for the next strike.
I'm that ticking time bomb you kick when you're bored.
Because you can. Because you want to.
Because I'm set to explode.
Skeletons in the closet and ghosts in the attic.
The neighbour's aren't happy about the smell of chloric acid, but it's a great conversation starter.
"I hope you drown in your own despair"
And I hope that's not that end of it.
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