| I am sorry
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| The alprazolam rejects me
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| Please just pick up the phone, things are not that ugly
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| We’re alright, im okay
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| Translucency to reluctant faith
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| That everything won’t be okay
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| But how long would it take for myself to suffocate?
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| A black hole prescription; |
| an addiction
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| In hopes that things will get better
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| A black hole prescription; |
| An addiction
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| Things are not getting any better
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| I’m sorry mother, i never ever wanted this
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| But now i’m so goddamn close to pulling a sid vicious
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| I sold my heart to the tables, let the alcohol win
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| I swear i never ever ever, meant for this
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| I should have grit my teeth, kept it together for the kid
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| But these oxys always got me spitting shit
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| You told me its with life, you learn to live
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| With your body exposed, perpetuate oblivion
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| And i know, it gets you off
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| With my hands around your throat
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| Perpetual failing, consistently bleeding
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| Over and over again
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| What does it mean this time?
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| Does it mean you actually love me?
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| Was it just a fix?
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| So you’re not like me
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| So goddamn lonely |