Song to say goodbye

You are one of God's mistakes,

You crying, tragic waste of skin.

I'm well aware of how it aces,

And you still won't let me in.

Now I'm braking down your door, 

To try and save your swollen face.

Though I don't like you anymore,

You lying, trying waste of space.

Before our innocence was lost

You were always one of those blessed with lucky sevens,

And the voice that made me cry.

My oh my. 

You were Mother Nature's son,

Someone to whom I could relate.

Your needle and your damage done,

Remains a sordid twist of fate.

Now I'm trying to wake you up,

To pull you from a liquid sky.

'Cause if I don't we both end up,

With just your song to say goodbye.

My oh my.

Before our innocence was lost

You were always one of those blessed with lucky sevens,

And the voice that made me cry.

My oh my. 

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