No matter what pain this brings, Just don't say shit and pack your things. And without shame or warning We'll be somewhere else tomorrow morning. Grip the bottle that warms our veins 'Til the storm subsides to clearer skies. There's no prayer in the message I send, Sometimes the only way out is just another dead end. This world has fangs and claws. Consider yourself a lucky one if you truly know who the fuck you are. Old loves that broke your heart, New tongues that were no fun. We are the grotesque runaways, embracing what you've abandoned. Welcome change looks all the same
They vanished just like I did. The evidence that you present Tells me I've got it wrong But it's you that makes no fucking sense. From the mortals I'm removed. Found vultures walking in my shoes.
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