The air chokes on me, thats how bad i get, nights where the depression is depressed.
My mind is so overloaded and hollow, these thoughts mean nothing and everything.
The key to my mind is Dminor, not a pitch under or over, just so you know.
Next time you're singing your sweet sugar serenade, don't even try to change the tune.
i'm telling you for your own good, i'm just bad news, you'll lose out, keep your song to yourself.
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