I'm not going crazy
Or maybe?
I'm not delirious
Or maybe?
I'm not lucid
Or maybe?
I'm not abusing myself
Or maybe?
I'm sick
And you'll notice that by looking at my scars
But you like that, don't you?
You like watching me suffer, don't you?
You like seeing me hurt, don't you?
You like seeing me delirious, don't you?
You're crazy like me, aren't you?
I seem to be obsessed, and there's nothing I can do, after all everyone loves that
So I'll die, so everyone will have my blood in their memory, and they'll love me even more
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