I am wishing the star
beating around the same mistake
trying to reconcile
because it wasn’t my thing
staying late inhaling drinks
I’ll rather be down for a couple of talks
out of love
but the flame is now blue
beating for two
the soul you left broken
healing with pain
harder than diamonds
right from my hell
So my parents were right after all
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