So now I'm forced to record songs all by myself. It's a good distraction from lack of wealth and kills the time between self-destruction and feeling sorry for myself.

I had a weird friend, and he was so absurd he stole my time and embellished all my words, and now the tidal wave has turned its course to me. I once regret, but now I relish in it. It's how I seem so damn indifferent toward myself and I don't have to die for you now or for anyone else.

And of course I feel the wind of time blowing in my hair, like it was never even there. They said to take a picture in my head, but now I'm trying to erase it. Of course, I feel the train of time burning in my head, they set on fire at both ends. They said to take a picture, but now I'm trying to erase it.

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