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binge drink all weekend and then crash with you on my couchas all your bad thoughts sink in and you're afraid to leave them outbut I guess you're kinda tired of improving on yourselfso quit before you're fired for your collapsing mental healththat you can't helpwhile you're staring at your sleeping three year old daughterjust remember she can't survive on Top Ramen and tap waterso send her back to the factory where they make human beingstheir tiny crinkled face will always haunt your vivid dreamsuntil you're numb to humanity for what you've donelike birthing blue flowers that line your hospital roomexcept no one gives a shit if you get well soon or if you dieso hear my tiny voice turning hoarse as I crythat you've got to save yourself because it's not my place to tryI'd tell you to fuck off if I didn't really carethough I know deep in your heart that you are not beyond repairand I'm your wet blanket From Letras Mania