Normal Kills


Maybe this is what I am supposed to do
I'm already sure to be broken.
So all of these words
in my head
I'll confirm that they'll never be spoken.

Putting paper to pen and blood to the knife.
See these voices
have already screwed up my life.

So even though I'll miss my birthday and friends
and shall never go to that formal.
This must be the way
that things must end
If you are not to be normal.

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