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i'm gone without any warning
poem taped onto the wall
find my body in the morning
cut my wrists in a bathroom stall
no one left for me to tell
one last sin, send me to hell
i can't cry when i'm alone
when i wake up i'm not at home
kiss my mouth before i choke
this isn't an album it's a suicide note
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slit yr throat
01:21
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bloodstains soaked into the sheets
front cover of the magazine
razor blades at the edge of my bed
kill the voices in my head
slit your throat
take off your clothes
delete the pictures on your phone
shoot up alone
clean out the smoke
just close your eyes and
bleed out slow
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bloodonmyhands
03:47
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i know that i remember lying
but i don’t remember why
run your hands under my shirt
feel you slow down on my thighs
if there's any blood left in my body
i’ll fucking starve it out me
you said its all just for attention
i said i dont feel empathy
how much concealer does it take to live a lie
why am i apathetic to the other side
tear apart the styro let the life flow down into the drain
maybe i can learn to love you
with ice cubes and rubber bands
you’ll call this poetry on my grave
but melodrama in my hands
look at my arms before my face
tell me how beautiful i am
a worthless act of altruism
something i’ll never understand
what makes it worth coming back every fucking time
do it with patience drawing straight parallel lines
if i tried harder you’d never have to hear me lie again
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dissolved girl
03:24
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you were in love with your desecration
immortalized you as a freak
raped your soul with defamation
killed the angel you might be
i want to let my soul be free
but im empty
and thats the last thing i’ll ever be
last night i dreamt of you
a week before the day
in this tiresome reality i dont belong
you never noticed my shotgun in the corner of the room
and all i felt was bliss
that seven days from now
i would no longer owe anything to this world
ive made it an hour into the day
i still don’t understand why do i have to stay
dissolved girl in the sun
and i’m never going home
i want to spend eternity with you
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fentanyl
01:39
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i wanna take the sheets off your bed
and be the ghost that's inside your head
wake up tomorrow with something to hide
prozac and fentanyl to keep me alive
mouth to mouth
face to face
look in the mirror and try to hide your face
mouth to mouth
face to face
look me in the eye and tell me i don't know my place
taking off your clothes makes me want to die
you can't kill me, i've already tried
mouth to mouth
face to face
look in the mirror and try to hide your face
mouth to mouth
face to face
look me in the eye and tell me i don't know my place
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6. |
sextape
04:18
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feel your heartbeat in my ear
is that what gets you off
cry as you spit on my chest
and taste blood on my tongue
hold me down
and choke me out
use my body
let me drown
i dont want to be remembered
i said dont fucking touch me
all i'll ever make
is a snuff film and a sex tape
for you to watch alone
when you can't help but stay awake
so hold me down
and choke me out
use my body
let me drown
i dont want to be remembered
i dont want to be alone
all i'll ever make
is a snuff film and a sex tape
for you to watch alone
when you can't help but stay awake
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7. |
anorexia song
02:12
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melt my heart
and burn my ribs
set fire to my empty skin
trace the mirror on my wall
slit my throat and set me free
if the soul compels me to bleed
what compels my body not to rot
the angel that watches over me gave me every chance
i cant leave the bathroom
and i can't wash the blood off of my hands
is this what you expected when you held me in your arms
for me to be filled with ibuprofen and all covered in scars
it only scared me when all i had left was taste
watching myself from the mirror but i cant see my face
i get you back and your blood drips down my leg
but under it all is just a scared little boy who wants to see his brother again
i cum in your mouth and bleed out on the floor
i die apathetic another nameless whore
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