instrumental by @i-wanna-be-a-jack-o-later
most damn days you know that youre wrong but it feels so good to say that youre right
i dont know just where ill be by the time the sun soreads with all its might
hopefully deader than dead put my bones in a bed call it a coffin where ill rest my head
till the sun shines again can you tell all my friends that i died alone with no pride
im so parasocial that i tell myself that youre all mine
im so nonchalant that it just, kills everytime i cross your mind
i cant see your insides i dont 
got x ray vision but a knife
i cant choo you uo without, serving 35 to life

sped country song for the retards

must b Stupid

Count Up Dracula

junkie

ghetto cupid

misery

the more you know

ashtray heart

my bloody valentine

so hard i cant  f[f[f[

still not used to it prod yrsci

youre so cruel

starving (pitched)

my bloody valentine

gagun o3

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