George Orwell

Kill me
The flavor of my overactive imagination
Kill me
The flavor of everything I've ever dreamed of
Kill me
Uncertainty was all that I had left within me
Kill me
Uncertainty was all that I had left within me

Love me
The flavor of your attractive imagination
Love me
The flavor of everything I've ever dreamed of
Love me
Certainty was all that I had left within me
Love me
Certainty was all that I had left within me
Please love me

And if you pay to
See me die
Would you please do it
On a Friday night

Because Monday's booked
And Sunday's full
And every other day is packed full
With you
With you

Your struggles
My pain
Your struggles
My pain
Your struggles
My pain
Your struggles
My pain



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Writer(s): Harry Phillips
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