"There's no time for on-the-job training, my friend."
If that is true, it sucks for all of us.
It's fall out there. I'm wearing sweats. I want to drink cider from a thermos, and I want to sit in crunchy grass.
instead, I am almost void of sleep, out of food, and slightly anxious about two exams tomorrow.
Yet, there are things to be joyful for.
Lovedrug, for instance.
Now autumn brings the beautiful things,
where all you give comes back to you like the crown upon my king.
Your life's a song, so sing along
before the silence swallows you and leaves you like a pawn.
watch angels in the morning become a devil's afternoon,
I will panic in the evening underneath the crashing moon.
So fall in love while you can
still hold your head up high, and pretend that you're alive again.
It's friends that leave you here in the end,
so hold your head up high and pretend that you're alive.
Your friends, now ghosts, are screaming "Bury us,"
they said, while panicking, my mind was broken.
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and beautiful, beautiful people.
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