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I am not my hair I am not this skin I am a soul that lives within
Does the way I wear my hair make me a better person?
Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins
At least my death wish will come true
You will taste like Valentine’s
We cry
You’re like a birthday
I should have picked the photograph
It laste
Putting holes in happiness We’ll paint the future black
If it needs any color My death sentence is a story
Who’ll be digging when you finally let me die?
We are damned and we are dead
all god's children to be sent
to our perfect place in the sun
and in the dirt
There's a windshield in my heart
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and could you st
The moon is dancing
among the clouds
and my knees are shaking,
and my dreams are breaking
But I know I live
But i know i live, today