We are the kids your parents warned you about
Don’t threaten me with a good time
Misery loves company, the monster hiding in plain sight
You go dead inside, burning both ends
Bad things taste good, I left myself behind
He has a way of getng in your brain
As bad as it gets to be a prey
It’s yours to break because you paid for it,
Hell is something you carry around with you
I’m my own pet peeve, some nightmare fuel
Bad things taste good, I left myself behind
I’m my own pet peeve, some nightmare fuel
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