| Suicidal thoughts in my apartment
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| This thing called love could be exhausting
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| I found too much comfort in darkness
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| I’m talking from the heart but your heartless, so
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| I’m sipping, trying to get my mind off this
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| To find myself in the pussy that I got lost in
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| Disagreeing with both sides of my conscious like
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| «Do I want this?» |
| Naw fuck it, I’m off this
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| So, I hit the hotel bar and get a glass of whisky
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| As I’m venting to the stranger sitting next to me
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| The good things I messed up, starting to mess with me
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| The shit I got away with starting to get to me
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| I’m on some Kurt Co shit
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| Me being perfect, that’s a lie I gotta keep up with
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| My girl thinks that I’m an angel
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| My demons no strangers
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| She admires the girl that I sneak out with
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| In my music I talk about other women and
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| Affairs I be having like she ain’t listening
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| I say «It's just words» when she asks about it
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| She believes my lies and we laugh about it
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| Damn, I’m hurting in myself
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| The love you deserve I’m searching for in myself
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| How could I give it to you, if I ain’t got it for me
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| Girl this isn’t just a verse, I’m crying out for help
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| But I tell her these are only words
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| As I’m riding through the city with a friend of hers
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| Trying to find better words
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| I don’t know how to tell ya cause the truth hurts |