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de Atëna

Worries turning joys to doubt
Death is all I think about
I've watched my days turn gray
I still think of the future, but in a different way

Torn heart, soul split up in pieces
No thoughts but a death wish
I'm fucking obsessed with no fucking rest
Asendin and Desyrel don't fucking work, it feels like hell
I guess I'll rot

Worries turning joys to doubt
Death is all I think about (think about)
I've watched my days turn gray
I still think of the future, but in a different way
I know this won't fade away
The problem I can't solve in any way

Imagining the impact
Is this bridge too low?
Will I fall hard enough?
I need to know

Imagining the impact
Is this bridge too low?
If I fall hard enough
Mom needs to know why

(I can't do this anymore)

It's all a tragedy from start to finish
So fucking drown it down with pints and spirits
3 am and the crowd goes home
I'm venting vomit fucking crying all alone

Worries turning joys to doubt
Death is all I think about
I've watched my days turn gray
I still think of the future, but in a different way

I'm fucking obsessed with no fucking rest
Asendin and Desyrel don't fucking work, it feels like hell

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