If you're gone then how is any of this real?
When I'm on I believe you,
When I'm not my knees don't even seem to feel.
How could you tell me that I'm great?
When they chewed me up, spit me out and pissed on me.
Why would you tell me that it's fate?
When they laughed at me, everyday, in my face.
They say the end is coming sooner,
But the end's already here.
I say today is but a rumour,
That we'll laugh at in a year,
or two, or three, or four, or five, whatever...
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