You would follow death
Just because she thinks it’s cool
To rebel against rules
And to bleed out dreams
But you don’t know
The snakes that bit her
When she dreamed
When se was young
When she’s alone
How much she envies
It’s not fun to feel abandoned
To be chilled with the thought of solitude
You want to be like her
You won’t ever
The price is sadness.
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