A heart that's full up like a landfill

A job that slowly kills you

Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy

Bring down the government

They don't, they don't speak for us

I'll take a quiet life

A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises

Silent, silent

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They should tell me, how im going to make it out alive. Maybe i should go back to see my therapist, ask him again why im not better of in a mental institute because there, they would let me sleep, and rest, and do nothing else. Now when i look around me, i still wonder how im going to do it alone, because we are all alone and we're not longer children, and a child im not anymore. I met a man today, and he asked me what i study, and i told him, and he beleived me but i don't beleive in my future.

oh and i infected my bf with a full evil fever-virus.

my little baby, i love him

how wonder how long he's going manage to stay

so persistent and headstrong

so brave