the concrete illuminates
my sorry eyes
the smoke I breathed
the girls that believed me
are gone now
how do you know who I am?
de-pressed,
a button
that's broken
but I'd never choose
to be like this
I'd kiss you
tell you it's fine
and by fine
I mean fucked
but I am the lost soul
I am the selfish son
no meaning in the bottom of a glass
no belief that this will last
no pretending without you
my pin head, pin heart
dead romantic
at this moment,
you mean everything
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