Story Of My Life: A Slightly Darker Side
A dark hole has nothing on this so-called life
A dark hole is a haven to me. But life?
Life cuts at you like a knife.
And just as you escape the strife
It tears you down once more
And you find no wings to let you soar
Just this lonely decor
And the knife in a drawer
Ha. I could've taken it.
I would have taken it.
Adorn my neck with a pretty red slit
I wondered who would even throw a fit
But I wondered if I'd like to hear a newborn's cries
If I should wait to see the night skies
I though of what the fates may have devised
If I could look past the world's disguise
No saviour came
Just my curiosity's flame
Set, was the decision to play these games
To set my life aflame
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