survival you call it? i call it denial

bright as a brick, innocent like pedafiles

the style of stallin, the walkin of miles

longin to be ballin, the turnin of dials

the burnin of files and so quick to forget

spittin up bile but still no regrets

hands grasp the toilet, ya down on ya knees

how low does ya voice get right before you dry heave?

step out to just breathe then hitch hike with the breeze

maybe go over seas so i dont gotta see

true beauty being drained from the other half of me

i dont wanna see you die so ill cover up my eyes

and im hopin when they open i get you as a suprise



 
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