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Single Point of Failure
02:59
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I've fallen off the wagon. I tried to get back on, but those wheels move so fast and it's already gone. So I followed along those tracks. Broken hearted and left behind. These streets are littered with cocaine and cheap wine. I'll drink until I'm sick. Until I don't know who I am. Cause when you're fucked up you don't give a damn.
I don't know when I went wrong, but I did.
I'm reckless. I'm impulsive. A loose canon blowing smoke. When push comes to shove guaranteed that I'll choke. I'm a mess of a human. A lifetime causality. Stitched together from the pieces of the girl I ought to be. But that person isn't real. There so fucking fake. Rip me to shreds and you'll know what I'm made of.
I don't know when I went wrong, but I did.
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Fuck Your Zodiac
02:15
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According to the Zodiac I'm a Virgo. But I don't think that's right. I feel much more like a cancer. I'm a cancer on everyone I love. Destroying them from the inside. They don't see me and they don't know I'm there, but I'm twisting and dying amongst their organs. Pretty soon I'll hurt them and then they'll cut me out. Tumors don't make good friends.
If there is a hell we are already there. We were all born in sin. It's not a place with fire and brimstone and demons. It's the world we live in. What kind of God makes a place with so much pain? If we are in his image he is fucking shitty. Heavens a myth and love is just a joke. The creators a fucking masochist.
Fuck Your Zodiac. Your God is Dead.
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Tongue Tied
02:48
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I'm just a novelty. A joke that no one's laughing at. I'm just a mess of conflicts and cliches. I'm never comfortable. I'm always looking behind my back it. It never is but I swear that it's ok. I don't blame you for not taking me seriously. I bite my tongue until it bleeds the way I always do. When I tell you that I love you, you just look at me. Words are never enough.
I know if it's any good that it's no good for me. I won't let anyone close cause from a distance you can't break me.
I'm losing focus. It's getting harder to concentrate on anything but the sound of your breathing. I'm getting close but that's the point where it all fades away. It's everything I want but nothing I'm needing. I can't take the suspense. It's fucking killing me. Silence speaks louder than eruptions and fist fights. When I tell you that I love you, you just look at me. Words are never enough.
I know if it's any good that it's no good for me. I won't let anyone close cause from a distance you can't break me.
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Tessa Lynn Plank Chattanooga, Tennessee
Still out here making bedroom music with my reaper trial and scarlett 2i2.
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