my dream |
The way |
To see phantom of the opera |
a solution |
My life to show me the way. |
Matt |
for comin'home |
my phone to ring |
Her |
midnight |
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nothing |
Treading |
writing this |
searching |
Showing my children the way into their lives. |
Hurting |
wastin'my time |
meeting my boyfriend |
Sitting here |
thinking |
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i'll kill myself |
ordinaryness |
ill drown myself in the paris opera house lake |
die |
Someday, somehow, it'll happen. Even if I have to search for it myself. |
My life would have no meaning |
why not? |
it mill |
I don't know what I will do |
how could it not happen? |
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