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I can't shake this
Damn I’m empty
Damn I’m cold
I don’t want to
Be this old
Can’t I just
Go back and cry
Back when I could sleep
With a lullaby
I can’t shake this
He’s way under my skin
Why’d he have to break this?
I want him again
But that guy says I’m pretty
And that one thinks I’m perfect
This other one wants my body
There’s only one that’s worth it
The risk that I’d have to take
The choice I’d have to make
The reasons are so cheap
With him I’m so weak
Damn I’m tired
Damn I’m sad
I can’t breathe
He made me glad
Helped me see
That I was fine
Helped me love myself
But he was like wine
I was drunk off him
He is like a drug
And I want to give in
I need to be loved
I need to be wanted
I need to scream
It’s because of him that I’m haunted
He poisoned my heart
Yet he was also the cure
This is so sickening
How much more can I endure
I just want one more hit
One more drink
One more taste
But one more will never be enough
Because this life I could waste
I could waste it on waiting
For him to stay
I could drown myself in sorrow
When he goes away
Damn I’m lonely
Damn I’m distracted
I’m so ashamed
Of how I’ve acted
I’ve sold myself
Soul and body
To the guys who want me
As an on-the-side hobby
I’ve bled until I hoped
That I wouldn’t wake
I’ve slept and I’ve dreamt
Of something that would take
The urges to give in
The urges to go back
To the one person
Who made me crack
I want to be with him
In any way I could
We could just drive away
And our life would be good
It would be magic
It would be free
It would be so tragic
If we were the end of me
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