Twenty seven
And I can't feel myself alive cuz I'll never be your favorite
Damn, I'm sick and tired of this emptiness inside me
I destroy my energy and come to dirty final
I'm like Kurt Cobain and why I'll never be him
I've got much heroine on a rainy day, believe me
Pure love, cocaine, gonna die in twenty seven
But seems I gonna stay in limb and live forever
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