| Sometimes you gotta talk for the ones who, who ain’t here
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| So I’ma talk for 'em
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| I never wanted to kill myself
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| Just end a part of me
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| And never got a chance to heal myself
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| So it’s a part of me
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| It’s me if you wonderin', who I’m at war with
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| Old version of me, sitting by dormant
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| It bleeds, all over me
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| There’s no tourniquet available
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| A bandage that will make it go
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| It’s seeping through my pores
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| Until I drown, it’s unescapable
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| It’s deep
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| Getting hard to breathe
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| Suffocated by anxiety
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| Who I do not try to be
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| Who the hell lied to me
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| 'Cause I don’t think that I can be free
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| When the doctor said speak
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| I said
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| I never wanted to kill myself
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| Just end a part of me
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| And never got a chance to heal myself
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| So it’s a part of me
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| It’s me if you wonderin', who I’m at war with
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| Old version of me, sitting by dormant
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| It bleeds, all over me
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| The pressure builds, I can’t blame my peers
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| I look in the mirror just to face my fears
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| Most deaf needs support can they not hear
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| When your criteria is you can’t cry tears
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| That will I am that go shake my sphere
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| Face to face with the king, gave my lear
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| Bloodshed and Van Gogh I gave my ear
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| Now I mutant shapeshift to change my gears
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| It made me a monster that stays right here
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| A prison inside me I gave my years
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| The feeling is toxic how I waste my beer
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| My demons are locked in the safe not near
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| How can I drive straight and face thy rear
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| If you ever odd been they say I feared
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| Off in the dark where my day’s not clear
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| To face the music and play by ear
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| Listen every wish that they repeatedly feeding me
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| Got me needing my greenery and I drank my beer
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| These demons believing me and I think of deleting me
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| But is something that people cling to and save like here
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| Or for me to sin evil deed and I think that I need to be ridding me of an evil
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| me, I’ll erase my smear
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| All over the scene, I need my G.O.D. |
| to speak to me
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| And my years on with these homies 'cause I ain’t Nasir, yeah
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| A song for the misfits
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| Light a blunt, get a bong, take a quick hit
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| If you got ya alcohol, take a quick sip
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| We don’t wanna be gone from existence
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| Just erasing a part that is within
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| Kamikaze in part, maybe with it
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| I don’t know, just a thought that I sit with
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| Suicide? |
| Nah, call it Edicius
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| 'Cause I never wanted to
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| Kill myself
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| Just end a part of me
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| And never got a chance to heal myself
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| So it’s a part of me
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| It’s me if you wonderin', who I’m at war with
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| Old version of me, sitting by dormant
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| It bleeds, all over me
|
| There’s no tourniquet available
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| A bandage that will make it go
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| It’s seeping through my pores
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| Until I drown, it’s unescapable
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| It’s deep
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| Getting hard to breathe
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| Suffocated by anxiety
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| Who I do not try to be
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| Who the hell lied to me
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| 'Cause I don’t think that I can be free
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| When the doctor said speak
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| I said, never wanted to |