I'm not losing my mind this time, and it all hurts so much more.
It's like finally getting off the pipe, and still going on being a whore.
I've been begging for blindness since I was old enough to see.
I swear to God, I want to die, but not with eyes not free.
Soon I know, we'll walk away, and we'll never come back.
Soon I know, I'll be obsessed, I'll be crying for some smack.
These realizations are constantly scaring the shit out of me.
I'm out of tears for that one last chance to get the fit out of me.
There's not one soul that's left, none that I can trust.
By this time next year, I know I'll turn to dust.
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