My heart is half empty, but I'm half full of shit.
I'll define you cliche in my own blood and spit.
I strive to survive, yet every plan fails.
I'm made of the same dirt as everyone else.
Don't pick me up or I'll drag you back down,
To an armoir of bones spilled in piles on the ground.
Lie to me twice, you know I'll never tell,
'Cause I'm the one lying twice over as well.















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