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Scenarios
by witheringbloomdeadsun
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I don't need the lights out
I see just fine
Black, grey
Dead life
I call it a night
Shallow grave
Rests remains
A doll with one eye
Take me
Take me
Take me
I pray for apocalypse
These days in the basement is confidence
Raging at games
Looking awfully sick
Not contagious
Basically off his shit
Audience is fruit flies
Who died
Turned him into lazy with a loose tie
Blue eyes
Ooo you look amazing
Was a cruel lie
Who tried
True, you look an angel in the moonlight
Right
Don't you bait me into proving my existence
I can prove that I'm a loser
I can lose when I am winning
Move and I can aim for what I choose
And then I'll hit it
But I aim for my own foot and then I shoot and I admit
That I was never meant for greatness
I can never levitate
And I can never take the cake or even taste it
I'm a fool of my own making
Truth it never hurt me I just bruise and then I fake it
Who is gonna shake me
I whisper to myself when I'm alone
Play out scenarios
Get angry
And turn up the fucking stereo
Things are getting loud
And I barely know
What it means to be there alone
Without these voices in my fucking head
I don't need the lights out
I see just fine
Black, grey
Dead life
I call it a night
Shallow grave
Rests remains
A doll with one eye
Take me
Take me
Take me
I pray for apocalypse
These days in the basement is confidence
Raging at games
Looking awfully sick
Not contagious
Basically off his shit
Audience is fruit flies
Who died
Turned him into lazy with a loose tie
Blue eyes
Ooo you look amazing
Was a cruel lie
Who tried
True, you look an angel in the moonlight
Right
Don't you bait me into proving my existence
I can prove that I'm a loser
I can lose when I am winning
Move and I can aim for what I choose
And then I'll hit it
But I aim for my own foot and then I shoot and I admit
That I was never meant for greatness
I can never levitate
And I can never take the cake or even taste it
I'm a fool of my own making
Truth it never hurt me I just bruise and then I fake it
Who is gonna shake me
I whisper to myself when I'm alone
Play out scenarios
Get angry
And turn up the fucking stereo
Things are getting loud
And I barely know
What it means to be there alone
Without these voices in my fucking head
