its funny
i have nothing left to prove
its all gone and proven itself
red red wine
help me forget.
i may be your favorite person in the whole world and you can try after my heart forever, but its way up in the sky and I wont let you reach it.
you want me
you touch my face
I don't know what I want
...
I just want soup.
I'm tired of being ill.
i think i'll stop making people happy who make me miserable.
I am happy.
you try so hard to make me happy.
why do I care about the rest.
the rest is history.
whats gone is gone.
things are best how they are now.
things are peaceful
things are comforting
red red wine
stay with me.
hairs on my head

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