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Melancholy

Told her I loved her it wasn't good enough
Put a rope around my neck
My friend kick the chair for me
Was that too much to ask for you all?

You're all sick but not sick enough
I'm sorry I gave my heart away
I gave my soul to the devil
I guess it was already his

The lower I get the better the art is
I think my heartbreak owes me a dollar
So give me a razor blade
I'll relapse in beautiful colors

so come watch me self destruct
I'll show you what self hate looks like
I'm not shallow and overproduced
I'm a melancholy fever you can't sweat out

◄ Love Kills The Best of Us

Tobi Rant ►

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