Fast, Evil, Young

The cursed things in life are free
My fear, pain and misery
Lead me to think I can hear
Him crying at night again
In his vein-less agony

Five days of joy
Cost ten years of sorrow
All for one boy
Dying tomorrow

And it has already begun
We live fast, evil, young
I hate what love has done.

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