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‘Maybe death is closer than we thought,

The only gift in life is the gift that I didn’t get caught’

Said the man with the needle in his arm

The wind’s open arms are my good luck charm

I’ve never been good at showing up on time

But you give me a reason to keep my heart in mind

Black and white can only produce grey

While I’ve been living on one breath a day

It isn’t easy returning from a 18 year long vacation

When the ones you love paint you a disappearing hallucination

Let this be a lesson that it’s better to give in

Throw out my heart into the next door neighbor’s trash bin

And remember I held some kind of key

To your heart, funny how you let me

Now my insides hurt and I’m alive but barely

The sharpness of my angles are somewhat scary

It’s acid rain again and again and again

Try not to let it in and in and in