I don't have a favorite anything
Except for my regrets...a single serving friendship
Through friends and work and worry
I think I just had...a near-life experience

You know it's way too late now I'll be fine
Without a doubt engines flame out... flatline
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I don't want to die,
Clenching my fist, 
I slit my wrist 
And open wide
I don't want to die 
Thinking of you, 
I'm turning blue 
With all these lies 

I can't stand another min here
Knowing what I know
It's everything about you
Your question isn't wonder, pondered existence
It's "hey man what's that line from"

You know it's way too late now I'll be fine
Without a doubt engines flame out... flatline
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