| It’s hard to choose the easy way out
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| The gun in the mouth, your brains explode (Okay)
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| It’s hard to end it all alone
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| Inside of your room, your final home (Wassup?)
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| It’s hard to make amends with them
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| Silicon friends and empty souls (Huh?)
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| It’s hard to break open your shell
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| For people that you don’t even know (Ha ha)
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| You wash away, your colors drain
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| And now your reality is grey (Okay)
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| Same old faces in the spaces
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| That you see, like, everyday (Wassup?)
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| You tell them jokes to cover up
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| That you’re a vessel for all the pain (Okay)
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| You tell them jokes and they all laugh (Okay)
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| To fill the void, you entertain (Okay)
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| Or is it hopeless just to try? | 
| It’s hopeless just to die and go away
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| From everything you made and amplified just to get thrown away
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| It doesn’t last, goin' fast, it’s the bag full of glass
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| Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all end fast (Sleezy)
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| I got PTSD (Boom), I always keep my gun
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| My mom’s like, «Son, you need therapy» (No-no)
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| It’s hard to live righteous, welcome to the dark side (Sleezy)
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| Where little boys turn to gangsters, girls' hearts die (Mula)
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| I’m in Percocet heaven all because of you (Fuck outta here)
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| I hope a needle in your arm, more in love with you (Bitch)
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| Disloyal-ass bitch, I don’t fuck with you (Bitch)
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| I gotta leave my enemies in a bloody pool (Boom boom)
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| I say my last goodbye, I hear death call my name (Bye-bye)
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| Goin' in the hall of fame (Mula), burnin' into scorchin' flame (Boom)
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| 'Nother one of them days, bitch, in the pourin' rain (Sleezy)
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| Sun high, still win, baby, like a Jordan game (Mula)
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| Or is it hopeless just to try? | 
| It’s hopeless just to die and go away
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| From everything you made and amplified just to get thrown away
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| It doesn’t last, goin' fast, it’s the bag full of glass
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| Hold my hand and be my friend, I can make it all end fast
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| It’s so hard just to find love, most the time we just bleed
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| Tryna vocalize, words may never hold weight
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| Though they weigh me down, hangin' on everywhere
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| Must I hang me now? | 
| Pain must go both ways
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| Hurt people just hurt people
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| Us hurt people just turn evil, does church steeple us?
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| I wish I was numb, sometimes I think I’m done
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| How do I approach this? | 
| I feel hopeless
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| The moment I check my reflection (Na-na-na, na-na)
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| The color fades in my complexion (Na-na-na, na-na)
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| This gun is not for my protection, no (Na-na-na, na-na)
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| I’m not safe from myself (A-na-na-na, na-na) |