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Curl Up And Die

I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction. Soaking up on slowing down and the only thing Worse than being alone is when I'm not alone. I am in love

anything. 'Til we're not around anymore. And there is this hum in our heads And we're exhausted again. Screaming sound that goes on and on and on and

down. I'm tired of myself. And the building up for breaking down. It's a still-life overflow. I'm stuck below zero. A flood of feeling in made-up meaning

have interest in me. Please forget me. Just go home. I'm breaking bones Over roaming free, empty, and with nowhere to go. Who wants a boy sad and hurt

. Nothing seems to matter anymore. No, it's all gone. The sadness never leaves but only grows. And it keeps you caged. And it keeps you locked up, And

of your body with his and the sound of you sighing and sharing our moments without me.) Every night I dreamt through your every encounter. And that morning

through waiting around. But now, it's over. And we aren't always ourselves. And even after it hurts worse we still make the same mistakes. Burnt out on being burned and

, we're just alone. Like a drug company's overdose. Trying to replace our heads with holes. We're missing days and spending weeks. Only passing through looking for company. And

and every road leads to nowhere as they said the things that would one day come true. and as we laughed our blessed memories came crumbling and our paths