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The Rum
I stare into the last swallow
And the tears just won't stop falling
My thighs ache from the burns
No one can save me now...
I draw on my skin
Needles buried within
No one knows who I am anymore
You wouldn't recognize me
I look in the mirror
Adjust the black wig
Fix my fangs and my shirt
I pull up my pants
I head to school where no one cares
All they ever do is stare at me
If they only knew the pain
Not the alcohol affecting my brain
And the tears just won't stop falling
My thighs ache from the burns
No one can save me now...
I draw on my skin
Needles buried within
No one knows who I am anymore
You wouldn't recognize me
I look in the mirror
Adjust the black wig
Fix my fangs and my shirt
I pull up my pants
I head to school where no one cares
All they ever do is stare at me
If they only knew the pain
Not the alcohol affecting my brain
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