Disappear into the mist, there is nothing left here to reminisce.
And they are making noise of joy, and songs about peace.
And they lean in close, they whisper "Love should feel good".
That's why so many failed to show up.
I don't have anything left inside you, or in me.
I sliced a hole inside my stomach to purge these feelings away.
I am much too full to be held tonight.
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