somewhere it all went wrong, I should have stayed home....
I should have never even tried to be apart of his life. She's dead, I'm alive.
what's the point now, it's to late.
I have bottomed out and my future doesn't fit into my schedule.
I'm all booked up on depression and self-loathing.
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I'm drawing words from a tired heart.
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