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Sep 2014
Tell me how we got here
Tell me that you still care
I know you don't
But I just try to front like nothings wrong
Did it hurt when you held me?
Is that why you stay away?
I could say it but you won't believe me
You say you do, but you don't deceive me
Is my skin covered in thorns
Broken, ripped and torn
Your skin must be worn off
Awake but its like a lucid dream
I might be trippin but my mama don't know
I'm dilated see the evidence
The popo's keep starin at us
Locals glarin at us
I'll bite the bullet, kiss the rifle
Sip the poison like this
Drug dealers wanna be my friend
But I'm not here to pretend
Mix up that potion
Pop a pill and I'm rollin
Nightmares at midnight
I don't know where I'm goin
Brie Sarita
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