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My life
I use
I abuse
I'm confused
I do not choose
I have to
because of you
it takes away the pain
and replaces it with emptieness
and it is all your fault
but I will never admit it
It makes me steal
it makes me cry
it calms me down
it gets me high
it is the reason
I'm alive
it is the thing
that gets me by
no one can know
no one can see
I do this for you
not for me
Without this
I would snap
I would lose you
we can't have that
this is not real
I can not feel
My wounds don't heal
your words they kill
So let's pack our bags
and head for the hills
and I wait
for this tto all go away
I abuse
I'm confused
I do not choose
I have to
because of you
it takes away the pain
and replaces it with emptieness
and it is all your fault
but I will never admit it
It makes me steal
it makes me cry
it calms me down
it gets me high
it is the reason
I'm alive
it is the thing
that gets me by
no one can know
no one can see
I do this for you
not for me
Without this
I would snap
I would lose you
we can't have that
this is not real
I can not feel
My wounds don't heal
your words they kill
So let's pack our bags
and head for the hills
and I wait
for this tto all go away
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