You looked better in my ideal.
That damned scar on your neck would impress a flake but not so much a father.
Light goes one way and obscures shitty low-life shadows.
I'm bored.
I'll smoke a cigarette in the alley with you if you agree to dump me there forever.
Have fun.
Everything is gonna suck more later.
Leave me alone.
Dead metal, dancing to the tone of a note that forgot how to give a fuck.
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