Texty: Human For Sale. No Regrets.

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I used to be so clean
An angel at 15
Nothing less and nothing more
An empty template for a whore

I never talked to myself
Never talked to anybody else
Now you see how far we've come

Not so perfect anymore
And you don't come around here anymore

And I don't know these faces
Don't recognize these places
Empty walls will mirror empty eyes
Lay down and die

Not so perfect anymore
And you don't come around here anymore

I'll light up one last cigarette for you
As I take my final bow
I can be happy now

And I won't regret what I'm about to do
If I wake up in the hospital, I won't remember you