Words are bitter, and still you want my life?
Come hither and meet the night.
Jest with me and find a fight.
Take my joke too light, and meet my knife.
Cranky in the morning, but only after what I've seen.
Mourning without reason.
Kiss the grave and make your peace.
Wake up the dead and walk in pieces.
Stressed Out.
(Calmy at ease.)
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