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we may all be fucked up
but somehow you seem to grasp on it and enjoy
never solutions, just problems
and the whole world keeps turning
the wrong way around
how sad can it be?
a bottle of booze and a razor blade
sponsored by society
and it's alway someone else who keeps
pouring the problems on you
that glance tells everything
you must know mw better than i do myself
what can i do but smile
do you think that you're any worse
than the rest of us...
are you the cause or the remedy
do you just keep on wasting your days
if there's nothing to believe in
why wear such a sad face?
the comfort of this world as a burden
and the burden as a comfort
