Staring in the casket
at the funeral of a friend
will you take me down with you as well?
Sick from trying to live in all these
four lives at a time
programmed to be simple in myself
I.
Disappear
I.
Disappear without you
I don't want you
I don't need you
I don't hear you
I don't fear you
On the way to mom and dads
out in Macquarie Fields
Hope that they don't try to raise the dead
Virgin suicides will only
cut until it bleeds
as if the scars the only thing you feel
I.
Disappear
I.
Disappear without you
I don't want you
I don't need you
I don't hear you
I don't fear you
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