The key to life is death
It keeps us counting the days,
The years
And love is a promise
I could never keep,
I am the cheapest liar
Because I don't know truth
A birthday is just
A day
Full of masturbation
And a temporary madness
That stays with me always
And the tears I can't, for the death of me, cry
Fall when I'm brought low
Everyone leaves
That's all I need to know
A small misery was brought
Screaming into the world
On the same day
I was
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