maybe life is depressing
we all secretly enjoy the rainy days
maybe to truly live you gotta be mean
choosing to die, we stay nice and lost in the maze
i haven’t had a good day if i haven’t felt pain
white wedding dresses asks to be stained
filling up the walls with empty picture frames
loosing my blood in the wind
i feel like a psycho who loves the void
sins are strictly paper thin
ghosts love to play hop scotch - don’t interrupt - they get very, very annoyed
and i’m dancing to the broken hooked on phonics record
eagles who throw away their cell phones, learn to soar
i swear, with all the people in the world, people are a bore
even the devil gets lonely
and the people in heaven still get sad
we all want skills like bruce lee
but we’re happier to miss what we once had
~Nicholas Wilde
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