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tOxiC
Break down thats what i always do
Always tryin to hide what i go through
Feels like whatever i offer you it aint gonna hold like some shitty glue
Cant get over the people that left
Now whats left of this worthless life
Thats the point im tryin to make
Theres nothing…
Now what am i waiting for
Cant do this alone, have to drag you down with me
Making up these dreams where some guy will be kissin and missin me
Whats it all for? The loss, love, and lust
But what did i lose, your toxicity, complicity
Now every time i look at that skateboard
Suicide is haunting me
Its always in the back of my head
They say notice all the blessings you have
But i be looking at the blessings I lost
Too much pain, too much hurt
Too much blood, too many cuts
All these voices in my head get loud
There is no off switch
They keep coming and coming
Well….
Hell here I come
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You can't describe pain as one feeling, it's like the gates of hell opened up, trying to drag you down. Yet no one can hear your cries for help.