| I hang my head
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| Locked inside of my bedroom, I’ll be fine
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| Right now, I’m saving my breath
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| I’m sick of wasting my time
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| This for all the times that I bled
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| And all the pain that I felt
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| I’ll use the lies that I’m fed to fuckin' save myself
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| Scared to pick that lock that’s hiding my subconscious
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| Way too young to be knowing all of these toxins
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| Twelve years old, I was sippin' on concoctions
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| Tryna tell the world that I think I’m all out of options
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| Screaming out for help with the whole world watching
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| It was entertaining, it fueled their gossip
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| I was just a little kid when I flipped that faucet, went unconscious
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| Like fuck it I’ma found out who God is
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| No one ever found out about that day
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| So they kept on giving me back pains
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| They didn’t care if I was stuck in a bad place
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| It made my brain sicker than the Black Plague, now
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| I’m having panic attacks when I’m alone and I don’t sleep
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| Fingers down my throat between the meals I wouldn’t eat
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| When I hit rock bottom, and I wanted to retreat
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| I just crawled back up to my damn feet
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| I hang my head
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| Locked inside of my bedroom, I’ll be fine
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| Right now, I’m saving my breath
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| I’m sick of wasting my time
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| This for all the times that I bled
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| And all the pain that I felt
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| I’ll use the lies that I’m fed to fuckin' save myself
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| Bottled up inside, I never learned a way to grieve
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| Can’t blame myself, 'cause ever since I was a teen
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| Everyone I found too close to me would leave
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| I would hold on too long even when they’d cheat
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| Happened three times, but the fourth girl was a treat
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| She manipulated all my insecurities
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| I would pull her weight for weeks while we wouldn’t speak
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| Held up her world while she would kick me in the knees
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| I been thinking hard about that day
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| When I told her it was our last day together
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| She decided to take all of that pain
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| And try to overdose, memory is a bad lane
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| That I’ma never drive down, she don’t deserve it, that’s OD
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| Permanent imprints from all of the anxieties
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| Still burn my soul so bad it’s a third-degree
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| But I’m still not accepting defeat
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| I hang my head
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| Locked inside of my bedroom, I’ll be fine
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| Right now, I’m saving my breath
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| I’m sick of wasting my time
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| This for all the times that I bled
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| And all the pain that I felt
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| I’ll use the lies that I’m fed to fuckin' save myself
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| I won’t break
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| Break (I guess I’ll save myself)
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| I won’t break
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| Break (I guess I’ll save myself) |