Gonna walk
right off this planet
into the setting sun
Like a moth
dive bombing
into a bug zapper
A spark lighting up
the summer twilight
Fried me
I fall to Earth
with all the other
incinerated pests
Swept away
by the wind
Swept away
by the wind
Don’t wanna be a memory
or an amusing story
Just wish to be forgotten
Totally disposable
Sometimes I feel lost,
stumbling through the haze
Trying so hard
to break
this string of bad days
to break
this string of bad days
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