The fire is not hot enough for blood
I'm not cutting wrists
I'm not calling the black and whites
I'm not even depressed
should I be scared?
The music is dying
It doesn't do anything for me
You're not supposed to trust anyone who doesn't love music
I guess I shouldn't be trusted
that's a lie
music lives inside me
I make it my life
then I hate my life
then I hate music
but it always comes back
dance
I don't think so
listen
this sounds attainable
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