Walk down the crooked streets
I pensively feel like a cut so deep would alleviate it all
I'm utterly sick of all my defeats
I just want to sit on this stoop and ball
I have a kaleidoscope of issues
Tenderly destroying all in my path
So let me just hand me some tissues
And just give me the shaft
Kill me gently with your warm hands
Veins exposed to the breaking point
I listened to all of your demands
And now left askew with a disjoint
I feel withered to the core
Use my body and soul, like I'm not here
Tell me what this life is for
I now simply pine to just disappear
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