Useless to hide inside.
[i tried.]
So… metaphorical suicide.
Cut my hair. Cut my throat.
Hang tight to that life boat.

Choke the seductress.
Burn down ALL of this.
Not for you… just for me.
Redefining what means free.

Those are parts i want to keep!
Investments that i want to reap!!
What is mine?¬†Where’s the line?
Is it really such a fucking crime!?

[Yes…… Against me.]


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