Somehow better without this
Headlights fuck the city to hell
Somewhere I'm bloody broken
No sensations nevermore What do you say when you speak
I sense no time
Discouraged television sleep
Not awake until it's fucking dark Somehow I never leave
This deadhouse
Somehow I don't mind being gone
And if you really think you've seen me
I have to prove you
That you're wrong.
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