She wants to taste the world,
Fill herself with city smog.
She likes to get high
On self-pity,
Her own unique stamp of stupidity...
Or was it "superiority"?
"No matter," she says.
When she looks in the mirror,
No one cares about such a pretty face,
And after all,
This reflection is all that's real.
"No one cares..."
That's what you want to believe.
So you think you can be different?
"I don't care either..."

You don't want my prayers...
It just shatters your image of the world...
So how's this?:
I hope your lungs turn to ash,
So you'll get your wish
Of experiencing everything.
And I hope that while you kill yourself,
Creating your own funeral
With bouquets of razors and fireflies,
Regret steals your last breath with vengeance from the blackness inside,
And as the dark you so love
Comes to embrace you,
You'll see that you are what you always wanted to be:

you

are

alone.

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