| I don’t love you baby, that was the pill talking
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| I been running lately, avoiding my real problems
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| I’m just sitting here thinking there’s gotta be more to life
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| For everything that I been through, my heart is colder than ice
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| Man it’s frozen, I can’t wait till this chapter closes
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| I’m hopeless, the bible full of pressed roses
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| Sitting on the counter reminds of times
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| That my eyes flowed like a fountain
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| My mind is full of cowards
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| Memories that I wish I could finally escape
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| I really wish that happiness had a time and a place
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| One thing I know it’s so hard letting go
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| I hold on, to what kills me baby
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| Sometimes I know I’d be better alone
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| I’m so cold, I been damaged baby
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| I don’t love you baby, that was the pill talking
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| I been running lately, avoiding my real problems
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| I’m addicted to the hurt, I like that shit
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| And if pain was a women, I would wife that bitch
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| I take the pin out the grenade, hold it and hug it
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| And let that motherfucker blow, I’m so self-destructive
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| Two words that describe me, savage and flawed
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| Cared nothing at all about the damage I cause
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| I walk out of a thang as fast as I came
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| Every time I try to change, it’s gas to a flame
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| I get on a rollercoaster and don’t even buckle up
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| Every time I get love I feel the need to fuck it up
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| I do it every time with no hesitation
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| I don’t know why but I’m in love with self-deprecation
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| One thing I know it’s so hard letting go
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| I hold on, to what kills me baby
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| Sometimes I know I’d be better alone
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| I’m so cold, I been damaged baby
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| I don’t love you baby, that was the pill talking
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| I been running lately, avoiding my real problems
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| There’s something else that I feel in my soul
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| For so long I know my heart has froze
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| Just how it goes, it’s the highs and the lows
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| This I know, this I know
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| One thing I know it’s so hard letting go
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| I hold on, to what kills me baby
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| Sometimes I know I’d be better alone
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| I’m so cold, I been damaged baby
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| I don’t love you baby, that was the pill talking
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| I been running lately, avoiding my real problems |