"Cemetry Gates" by The Smiths
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives, where are they now?
With the loves and hates and passions just like mine
They were born and then they lived and then they died
Seems so unfair, I want to cry
i am genuinely paranoid that everyone secretly hates me and thinks i am really annoying and ugly and is pretending to be my friend and it’s all part of some big joke
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