will anything ever be good enough for you?
"Poor Impulse Control"
I envy your demise
I hope it's all you dreamed it would be
One bullet in this gun
Not sure if it's for you or me
I envy your demise
With all the guilt you hid away
All the lies that I had spun
And all the times I wished you'd stay
Now, all that I'll ever suffer
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