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Texty: Blackhole. Dead Hearts. Don't Cry.


I've never been a fan of the way my nights turned out,
But I'm used to it now.
Everybody is breathing down my neck
and I can't stand knowing you are there.
Get fucked.
I'm not the person you think.
Don't cry.
I am not the elephant man.
I am not the elephant man.
You wanted change,
This is what you've got,
So deal with it like the fucking God you seem to think you are.
Don't cry.
Blackhole