smoking in my room
so i know what to do
write the next line
about how i wanna die
i think that message got through
so i keep acting a fool
tell me, do you think i'm cool
i know i act like a tool
but you act so cruel
you turned my heart into goo
i want so many tattoos
so when you see me
you know that i'm bad news
im a drug
so run away
before i catch you
cause i'm addicting
you won't wanna leave me
but soon your gonna hate me
i'm a druggie
with no money
hiding from my mother
cause im a shame like no other
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
smoking in my room
so i know what to do
write the next line
about how i wanna die
i think that message got through
so i keep acting a fool
tell me, do you think i'm cool
i know i act like a tool
but you act so cruel
you turned my heart into goo
i want so many tattoos
so when you see me
you know that i'm bad news
im a drug
so run away
before i catch you
cause i'm addicting
you won't wanna leave me
but soon your gonna hate me
i'm a druggie
with no money
hiding from my mother
cause im a shame like no other
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