soiled clothes
disheveled hair
chaotic mind
blank stares
on a pitch dark road
with nothing to lose
chasing death
which might meet me soon
midsummer rain
reminds me of you
grey skies bleeding
i feel blue
think of me
when i'm gone
kiss me goodbye tonight
might not see morrow's dawn
down the rabbit hole
as i spiral unraveling
miss me a little, will you?
after my clock stops ticking
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