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von guardin

Overthinking is a sickness
Hopeful that you′ll get this
Hope it reaches you and your death doesn't dismiss it
Flask full of some liquid
Eyes fixed on a misfit
I can hear footsteps from someone in the distance
And they call your name
As you sink and fall into your grave Optimistic is his witness
Like to short to risk it
You′ve go the potential to make better decisions
I thought I could ditch this skin suite from existence
Ascend to higher realms in a search for more consistence
And then I saw nothing
And fought until god caved


I wish you'd answer your phone
Listen hon
Yeah I think you're really cool like
Keep your voice down, she don′t care, no
I can′t breath, I've got no air, no
It′s on the radio
Woo-hoo! Love you