my guilty conscience
is screaming nonsence
its fucking christmas
i was aiming for a miracle
Rudolf and those reindeers delivered
why couldnt we try to conceive like love birds
im sorry love hurts
we always flirt
je te veux
but even after all this shit
what the fuck the love of my life
my soon to be illustrious wife
mentally cutting me with a knife
i miss you so much its like death
everything is black introverted and deserted
please shine forth
ill be on the fucking floor
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