"I'm individual" is a cliché

Blending in is too passé

And still I bleed apathy

I never wanted to hate this way

Your idols waste away with time

Their paper discoloured dying vines

Wrapped around your teenage wrists

I wanna die, so I'll die like this

I wanna die like Vicky Dawson

Pay to die, your sins are surgical

Purity raped and still remains virginal

Life is textbook, everything's logical

Plagiarism, now that's original

Your idols waste away with time

Their paper discoloured dying vines

Wrapped around your teenage wrists

I wanna die so I'll die like this

I wanna die like Vicky Dawson

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