Girl
i don't know why
i'm still here
and you're
and
i don't know why
certain things
are cold
and certain
are hot
or
just barely
hit the spot
but i can't
stop
my on clock
yeah
says
The Heavenly Pop
but i
as i cry
still have
real
survivor's
guilt
yeah
it's like
I'm laying
in a
naily silk bed
from feet to head
yeah
my body
has bled
but
I'm not
dead
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