He lifts his shirt and starts to cry,
When he sees what he did
just to get bye.
So if a Scar tells a Story,
he never wrote a lie.
Just one more drink,
One more high
Im fine, its ok
His 'control' was just a lie
As he starts to bleed
as he wants to die
He realizes
Addiction is his only friend
Now he's on the egde
IT walked him to the end
of a comforting ledge
and whispered
Jump
M. O. I
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
He lifts his shirt and starts to cry,
When he sees what he did
just to get bye.
So if a Scar tells a Story,
he never wrote a lie.
Just one more drink,
One more high
Im fine, its ok
His 'control' was just a lie
As he starts to bleed
as he wants to die
He realizes
Addiction is his only friend
Now he's on the egde
IT walked him to the end
of a comforting ledge
and whispered
Jump
M. O. I
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