I am thirteen | 1 |
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath | 2 |
This black market reformation | 3 |
Makes me want to get hurt | 4 |
I see you before you bury yourself alive | 5 |
Because haven't you heard, I'm the new cancer? | 6 |
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The smokes in the cigarette box on the table | 7 |
They just so happen to be | 8 |
laced | 9 |
with | 10 |
nitroglycerin | 11 |
I've never been so surreptitious | 12 |
So of course you'll be distracted when i spike the punch | 13 |
For haven't you heard, I'm the new cancer?!? | 14 |
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It just doesn't feel like a night out | 15 |
with no one sizing you up | 16 |
I want to hate you | 17 |
Half as much as I hate myself | 18 |
From want and misery [the nothing that kills] | 19 |
i wish i was as invisible as you make me feel | 20 |
Haven't you heard, I'm the new cancer?!?! | 21 |
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I want a lover I don't have to love | 22 |
From want and misery [the nothing that kills] | 23 |
Love's just an excuse to get hurt | 24 |
Because haven't we all heard I'm the new cancer! | 25 |