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Fatal

Fatal

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So stupid

a half-smoked cigarette hanging fatally out of my mouth

Shed my skin, at the thought of inspiration

Two eyes staring desperately

A different path has too many consequences

I am self-defeating

I am never pleasing

I am to little too late

Follow along my foot steps

Until I circle around to my front door

Timid and useless, I am tired

Careless and ruthless is how I conspire

My next move is to not move

My every move is to want to

My thoughts are deeper than

The blood that drives me home at night

My timing is off

Never having enough time to never enough time

To never, never, never

Where does it end?

Sitting in my car at night, if I could just

Sleep here I think I'd be all right

Dwelling in my shadows I am weeping

Can't you see me here, behind the glass?

I am giving up on me

I am scared, never here

I am running

My fears, my dreams

My hopes, no means

No future, no fate

I am too little too late


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