| Sunflower broke
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| Stem is bent at an angle
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| If good boys smoke good drugs then consider me an angel
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| SnapBack forward, tree house of horrors
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| Deal drugs to your kids and your parents pay for it
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| Disconnected families with cell phones at dinner
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| Teachers, mom, dad, God are all mad at the sinner
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| Draw pictures in my notebook of
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| What I’m supposed to be learning
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| Pop a xanax before class to keep my thoughts from hurting
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| Write a suicide note when I get home
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| Whishing you all good bye
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| If I am a ghost now then why still can’t I fly?
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| Always stare out my window
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| And wish I were somewhere else
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| My depression likes to put my dreams on the shelf
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| Am I not cool like the other bands
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| Because I don’t write about love?
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| Art is supposed to scare you and
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| I’ve got blood in my lungs
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| I’m not sad but I’m not exactly happy either
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| Unless I live forever I have to keep writing this shit
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| My biggest fear is that I will be forgotten
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| The grass will grow over my gravestone and nobody will bother
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| You know the beautiful thoughts that you always think?
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| Nobody will hear them again
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| And I will never be your alibi x8 |