Blue nails on your toes
I can't look away, I feel no shame
Not sure where it goes
I'm losing it, I'm fucking lame
I used to go out
I stayed away from where red waters flow
I looked at myself
I hated myself, and I still think so
I dreamed of a swim
I wanted to immerse into the deep
But how the fuck do I ever explain
Why I think of somebody else when I go to sleep?
Why I stalk high school girls and think of them when I go to sleep?
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