hiding inside
while the world
passes on
safer at home
they say
washing my
hands over and
over again
like some
misgotten play
the ones who
go up are the
lucky ones
their dreams
are all coming
true
but i'd want to
breathe a thousand
bad breaths inside
before i fly off
in the blue
i'd rather stay
in hell with you
(true)
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