Killed by the 7th alcohol induced heart attack
Killed in a suicidal overdose of Prozac
Killed in a midnight car crash
The blackness is taking all its souls back
And making pretty patterns in the blood
Like crooked heartbeats in love
And all just because
I’m never sure what I’m thinking of
It’s a messy in my head
Like under my bed
Feel like I’ll get sucked in
To the blackness within
Looking for a way out
Of the shadows of doubt
But I can’t find
A single ray of light
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