The fire burns the flesh destroy the best of any souls

Lots of problems to share

Millions of words left unsaid 

Scattered in the wall,

Could've been fixed with some care

Millions of songs left unread

Dripping in mud and on my chest like a mare

On my white dress, smeared in rose water and angeldust, I'm forever unwed

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iamdolleyesdollmouth

It's about Kurt Cobain. :( Or it could also be applied to Elliott Smith since they were kinda similar. It sucks they killed themselves. But to be fair I feel like nirvanas music would've just gotten worse overtime if K.C. stayed alive 

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