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gone are the days of evasion existences is how you create it whatever compels you to fucking embrace it so long as the missing piece of the puzzle is split down the middle we had better prepare ourselces for a perpetual winter why do we do this to ourselves countinuous escape a living hell like those other lovers hidden under the covers its so empty in the arms of another see what youve done your irresistable with you sordid stories the morbid glory of it all remember when times were worth celebrating pour the wine for the fallen friends and foes sinsing in unison my hell is a blank piece of paper staring back at me my hell is wasted potential haunting me why do we do this to ourselves countinuous escape a living hell why do we do this to ourselves its so fucking empty in the arms of another |