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I want to be a writer But my depression makes me tired Never seen myself as much of a fighter Maybe its just how im wired Lighters set things on fire Happiness feels like a liar Why are the morning birds growing quieter The walls in my head are closing tighter Seeking help is feeling dire Cause getting high doesnt feel any lighter The holes are growing wider Nothing to say cause i feel like a whiner My mental health has priors Im the guy struggling in the flyers Ticking time bomb without a timer Thats not drawn on red eyeliner Cuts always heal a little finer But I need my fire to burn brighter
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Oct 5, 2023
Oct 5, 2023 at 3:55 PM UTC
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I want to be a writer But my depression makes me tired Never seen myself as much of a fighter Maybe its just how im wired Lighters set things on fire Happiness feels like a liar Why are the morning birds growing quieter The walls in my head are closing tighter Seeking help is feeling dire Cause getting high doesnt feel any lighter The holes are growing wider Nothing to say cause i feel like a whiner My mental health has priors Im the guy struggling in the flyers Ticking time bomb without a timer Thats not drawn on red eyeliner Cuts always heal a little finer But I need my fire to burn brighter
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Oct 5, 2023
Oct 5, 2023 at 3:55 PM UTC
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