| Tearing out
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| Tearing out pieces
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| Of me, to replace the broken pieces of you
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| Tearing out
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| Tearing out pieces
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| Of me, to replace the broken pieces of you
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| I’m fucking broken
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| They seen me empty
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| Glasses turn to bottles, in my head I’m feeling dizzy
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| But you never fucking listen, gotta jump to your conclusions
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| I been heading in directions, where I end up getting bruises
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| That’s what the truth is
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| I take the blame
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| Always getting jaded back around they’re all the same
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| Never wanna hear me
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| I been beaten from the start
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| I got money, I got pills
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| And I got a broken heart
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| Fuck the love
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| I’m needing trust
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| A kiss could make me stonger but it’s fixing no one’s heart
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| I don’t need you closer
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| I just need a will to start
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| Numbing through prescriptions, insolations where I part
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| So I’m back onto my track and where my head is going mad
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| Got a 30m of everything, a pill to make me sad
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| I’ve seen it all before and I’m reminiscing back
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| Had to take a quick vacation just to let the feelings pass
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| I’m aesthetic
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| And now I get it
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| Depression had me fucked up |
| Gotta put it in collection
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| But no wonder why I’m messed up
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| Living past and not the present
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| Gotta count it on my wrist just to catch up here’s a present
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| Gotta love me, or probably not
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| You never fucking seen me
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| In the past those feelings caught
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| Gotta shut me down
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| Put me down on 7th block
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| Back into the prison where’d i’d end up getting shot
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| Tearing out
|
| Tearing out pieces
|
| Of me, to replace the broken pieces of you
|
| Tearing out
|
| Tearing out pieces
|
| Of me, to replace the broken pieces of you
|
| I’m fucking broken
|
| They seen me empty
|
| Glasses turn to bottles, in my head I’m feeling dizzy
|
| But you never fucking listen, gotta jump to your conclusions
|
| I been heading in directions, where I end up getting bruises
|
| That’s what the truth is
|
| I take the blame
|
| Always getting jaded back around they’re all the same
|
| Never wanna hear me
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| I been beaten from the start
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| I got money, I got pills
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| And I got a broken heart, yeah |