You
Phoenix rises from the ashes
Hope you burn the same
Depressing and plain repetitive words
And actions every day
What flavour is your life
You who was born to die
Full of promise
Full of shit
You're the devil
you are me
you are poison full of glee
I am you and you are me
poison, evil, painful, free
What flavour is your life
You who was born to die
Poor pretty boy
do you need more make-up
to cover up
your pretty face
you were born to die
Poor ugly girl
do you need
a paper bag to cover up your ugly face
you were born to die
You're so fake
you're so gone
What flavour is your life
You who was born to die
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