really really really fucking sad for no reason
I dont even need any music tonight
I just wanna fall asleep to the sounds of my
Broken fan and my tears soaking up into my
Pillowcase
I'm just a shit person who tries their best to do things in the best interest of everyone else and I fuck up and turn it all around to me
I can't remember the way your arms felt on my skin
But I scorn the fire they sparked inside
A place where I try not to show how much I care
But decomposing memories keep fogging up my vision
Just leave me with my drugs and my empty arms
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