| They checkin' on me four times an hour, that’s 24/7
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| Took my shoe laces and every wire up out the bedroom
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| Knockin' like they witnesses of Jehovah
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| Every time they ask me about my emotions
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| I sink lower, I can’t control it
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| I made a friend today, a post traumatic stress ridden soldier
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| We don’t speak, but I noticed, not to slam the door when i close it
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| He afraid of loud noises
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| Me? |
| i’m still hearing voices
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| Got me lookin' around the room like
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| 'There's plenty ways to do this'
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| Bed sheet 'round the doorknob, but yeah it might fall off
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| Rip the curtain off, tie it around the bar up in the wardrobe
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| I could punch the mirror, slit the wrist, bleed out in the corner
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| Annoyed & i’m bored of these thoughts, cause they torture
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| Who does the therapist see, when he needs therapy?
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| Who does the shrink see, when his mind shrinkin'?
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| Screamin' for help don’t work, they’ll tell you ''Be quiet''
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| Now all this silence is just turning me violent, i wanna
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| Break up out this bitch
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| Break up out this bitch
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| Break up out this bitch
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| Break up out this bitch
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| Break up out this bitch
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| Break up out this bitch
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| Break up out this bitch
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| Break up out this bitch
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| My sanity has grown legs, sprintin' for gold medals
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| My pistol at fashion week, wearin' a jacket full of metal
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| Put the kettle on and even that forgot how to whistle
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| It’s shouting demonic chants and singing hymns by the devil
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| In the morning they’re gonna put me upon them antidepressants
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| It’s nearly Christmas and i’m still the furthest thing from present
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| When you break your arm, everybody wants to sign your cast
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| But when you fucked up in the brain they run the opposite way
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| So happy new year, i know it’s late
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| Yea i’ve been in rehab, still feelin' the same
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| Family swayin' me from relapse
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| And I wish that all of my buddies wasn’t on the ketamine
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| Pour my heart out while i hug em and they forget everything
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| And it hurts
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| I feel like overdosing on empathy
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| I feel everything and they don’t feel a thing
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| And it’s killin' me |