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Why do I feel like |
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I'm always gonna get it right next time, when every time |
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I open my eyes |
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I repeat the same shit that makes me lose at everything |
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I do. Every time |
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I try to do good |
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I'm made a fool, a fucking cesspool of lies, but in my head |
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I think they're true. |
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I think it's time |
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I clear my mind, and fess up for everytime |
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I've lied. |
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But not tonight, theres not enough time. |
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I'd rather just get high and write down all the times |
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I've been this low, and all the shit |
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I've put you through. |
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You'll never know |
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I'm a selfish imbecile. |
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You don't love me, you love what |
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I say to you. |
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I fucking hate myself, |
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I hate my friends. |
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I hate my job, |
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I hate everything but you. |
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I fucking hate myself, |
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I hate my friends. |
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I hate my job, |
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I hate everything but you. |
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This is why |
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I can not tell you what you deserve to know. |
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If you leave |
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I swear I'll end it all right here. |
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Do you really want me to? |
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I just don't know what the fuck else |
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I should do. |