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I M A Y B E S T U P I D

Forget the last two thousand days and try to sleep.
The poison courses through your veins a mile deep.
And it will be a while until it all comes out.
Just let it run its course and rid yourself of doubt.

Sometimes I need your kiss. Sometimes I hope you drown.
I’d tie myself to you and follow you right down.
Don’t look at me like that, we know you’re not a saint.
Don’t tell me what I am. Don’t tell me what I ain’t.

Hey girl, it was all for you.
I may be stupid, but I ain’t that cruel.
Hey girl, it was all for you.
I may be stupid, but I ain’t that cruel.

Forget the broken ones who often brought you down.
I’m sure they think that they are justified by now.
And it won’t be too long until it comes to pass. (Hold on baby, just a little while.)
That you will have some peace inside your heart at last.

Sometimes I want your love, sometimes I want to die. (Hold on baby.)
It may be an old cliché, at least it’s not a lie. (Hold on baby.)
Don’t tell me who I was. I’m not him anymore. (Hold on baby, just a little while.)
Get off your fuckin’ horse, you ain’t the queen no more.

Hey girl, it was all for you.
I may be stupid, but I ain’t that cruel.
Hey girl, now it’s all a joke.
I may be stupid, but my heart was broke.

Hey girl, it was all for you.
I may be stupid, but I ain’t that cruel.
Hey girl, all the fits you threw.
I may be stupid, but it was all for you.

What was the quickest way to ruin things for sure?
So don’t stand there and pretend that what we had was pure.
And don’t blame it all on me, you’re not a goddamn saint.
Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.

Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.
Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.
Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.
Don’t tell me what I am, don’t tell me what I ain’t.

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The Ugly Facade

We live our lives in boxes, with little glowing screens. We fill our blood with toxins, so we can deal with things. And sometimes, more than often, the bitter masks the taste. The fruitless failed reflection: what if it's all a waste?

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