Lyrics from Used

801 underground
A box full of sharp objects
Alone this holiday
Blue and yellow
Bulimic
Buried myself alive
Choke me
Greener with the scenery
It could be a good excuse
Just a little
Maybe memories
Noise and kisses
On my own
Pieces mended
Poetic tragedy
Say days ago
The taste of ink
Zero mechanism

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