I want to be messy
And fall apart
I'm sick of being so rigid
And perfect
I'm so bored to death
Of everyone that's perfect
Because I know that they are lying,
to me and to you.
I want to be messy
And fall apart
Each and everyone one of us
We ache, bleed, and smell
And dying a slow death;
So why don't we live fast?
Not to die young,
Not forever,
But why not?
Why don't we live fast,
From time to time.
Why can't we be messy?
And fall apart,
I'm so bored to death
Of everyone that's perfect
Because I know that they are lying,
to me and to you.
BS
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