slow and sad, just how I like it
spending time alone, wishing I was in your bed
eyes tired from looking at your pictures
tired of waiting for black to fill the sky
will the maggots eat me when I die?
or will they throw up in disgust
of the sad, sorry excuse of a human that they buried
another day like this
and I'll let the sun come
and burn out my eyes
I'll let the rain come
and wash me away
I'm no use for anyone, anyway
I guess I won't be in your bed, after all
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