If it doesn’t **** you,
You’ll wish it did.
And that’s the sad reality.
Blood drips down your arm;
There will be a permanent scar,
If it doesn’t **** you.
You lost the will to live;
You have no more passion
And that’s the sad reality.
You use it to numb the pain;
It makes you feel better,
If it doesn’t **** you.
They made you feel like ****
They drew you to it,
And that’s the sad reality.
You’re addicted to the feeling on your skin.
You’ll use it every day
If it doesn’t **** you,
And that’s the sad reality.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
If it doesn’t **** you,
You’ll wish it did.
And that’s the sad reality.
Blood drips down your arm;
There will be a permanent scar,
If it doesn’t **** you.
You lost the will to live;
You have no more passion
And that’s the sad reality.
You use it to numb the pain;
It makes you feel better,
If it doesn’t **** you.
They made you feel like ****
They drew you to it,
And that’s the sad reality.
You’re addicted to the feeling on your skin.
You’ll use it every day
If it doesn’t **** you,
And that’s the sad reality.
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