Screwed my head on backwards
Desperate thoughts in my mind
Attract the worst of me
Try to tighten it
But the bolts break
Desperate thoughts spiral round
Head comes crashing toward the ground
Thoughts of death creeping through
The reapers handshake firm and true
These days I just don’t feel good enough
I can’t seem to gain my own trust
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