in this world, you pick your poison
will you choose a sudden death
depending on how it's been so far
will decide on the rest
i want to know the details
while claiming i don't care
when i'm totally alone
i cry, but not because i want him back
selfishness floods my veins
feelings that upset
sit you down for a while
when i'm sensitive enough to smile
he sees right through me
i'm forcing it all
he's not allowed to have anyone
i was his last
i was his kiss of death
i was the poison
















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We are the middle children of history. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual one, our Great Depression is our lives. We've been raised by TV sets, and slowly we're learning the truth, and we're very, very pissed off.
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