I can't do anything right, the wrong choiced always look good
Maybe this dagger can guide me, I'll read the writing from the blade
My wrist is oozing with good stories, my mind gushes with bad ideas
Eyes stuck permanently in the tear position, my heart is in the tear position
So much happening but I'll survive, it's just my stupid suicide
Amongst this chaos, I seem so calm
But nothing's right since your mouth dropped that bomb
There is something serene about this mess
Is this the first time the knight is in distress?
A vortex of good weather, whien it hits we'll all feel better
But we can never return to our best, even the greatest twister leaves scars
Can empty words mean something when said to someone hollow?
A solemn storm attacks my house, this shelter's just a shell
Never learn how others feel until you hear your eulogy
Amongst this chaos, I seem so calm
But nothing's right since your mouth dropped that bomb
There is something serene about this mess
Is this the first time the knight is in distress?
There's something serene about this mess
It's just my stupid suicide
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