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i still feel so trapped inside my head
im drunk im high try not to make my wrist cry
bloody tears coming down from my eyes
my heart took too much pain had to put it on ice
am i not good enough is it cause im not nice
is it cause i like to treat it like a game i like to roll the dice
get to my wrist and i just start to slice
scars on my body look like i got into a fight

i still feel so trapped inside my head
im drunk im high try not to make my wrist cry
bloody tears coming down from my eyes
my heart took too much pain had to put it on ice
am i not good enough is it cause im not nice
is it cause i like to treat it like a game i like to roll the dice
get to my wrist and i just start to slice
scars on my body look like i got into a fight

ive been tryin for some years it feel like you dont even try
whats the fucking plan stay like this until we die?
lay in my bed my room a pigsty
layers to my head at the bottom wanna die
silence all the thoughts by getting drunk and high
sometimes its not enough so fill my nose with ice
smoke woods on woods on woods and get too fucking fried
i dont like to think so gotta kill my mind

i still feel so trapped inside my head
im drunk im high try not to make my wrist cry
bloody tears coming down from my eyes
my heart took too much pain had to put it on ice
am i not good enough is it cause im not nice
is it cause i like to treat it like a game i like to roll the dice
get to my wrist and i just start to slice
scars on my body look like i got into a fight

ive been tryin for some years it feel like you dont even try
whats the fucking plan stay like this until we die?
lay in my bed my room a pigsty
layers to my head at the bottom wanna die
silence all the thoughts by getting drunk and high
sometimes its not enough so fill my nose with ice
smoke woods on woods on woods and get too fucking fried
i dont like to think so gotta kill my mind

ive been tryin for some years it feel like you dont even try
whats the fucking plan stay like this until we die?
lay in my bed my room a pigsty
layers to my head at the bottom wanna die
silence all the thoughts by getting drunk and high
sometimes its not enough so fill my nose with ice
smoke woods on woods on woods and get too fucking fried
i dont like to think so gotta kill my mind

trying and trying and trying and trying and

no messages just expressions of self



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