In a lonley room
What are we doing here?
Darkness and silence
and dirty corners.
A low roof
Bite my lonlyness
Run run, i'm diying
Run run, i'm blowing up
Funny pain
Everyone has gone
and i'm in my personal grave
He's writting and wasting away
Tears in my page
Run run, i'm blowing up
My back is sweating
and with all the needles inside
Need some morphine
Need some release
what's up here?
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