HOOK

you make me drink,you know liqour's cheap
im all night out, sporting ripped jeans 
got nothing but, 5 bugs on me
Off to feed the cigarette machine

PART1 

The mirror knows just how i feel
my surface, aint got much to see
my skin i scratch, nails Off to peal
not really sure of what i never see
I tried to change, its killing me, 
when I sleep I barely dream 
my past hangs on like melted cheese 
I hardly get the rest I need 
at dead of night i know its real 
i wake up and its hunting me
one day they told me not to be 
I locked my needs, trashed the keys 
I was to young just to make a scene
I couldn't stop was born to be, 
Im changing,  just one way to be
My burden whipe it off my sleeve

HOOK 

PART 2

Unlucky me for the last 3 weeks
Im chasing bitter paperdreams
thunder rolls across these streets
feet is tipping nervously, 
I jump the tube, got weight on me 
runnin on sum sim id
swit is dripping viscously
no red light, nothing i can see 
step back to let the doors relieve
gas n' mud, all the shit you eat 
i need to stop to feed my mouth, indeed
'n start to give my heart to eat

HOOK

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