the irony which is life
people laugh untill they cry
sometimes we cut untill we bleed
people see how they want to see
but for me life is just a big fat dream
a reality where all is well
a place whee i dont have to dwell
on why life is just so hard
and moving is just as lifting a tonne of larde
its apparently tied around my leg
which makes dreaming feel like drowning instead
where i go when i close my eyes
is a place i happily wish to know'but if i had to choose life or death
if you knew me youd know which option i think was best
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