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The loser,
The one who’s not the greatest chooser.
I’m not proud of the things I’ve done.
It seems the drugs have already won.
When it comes to escapes I have none.
They don’t think I’ve tried.
The truth is I tried so hard
I almost died.
It never used to be this way,
Drugging just to get thru the day.
I was a strait A student,
I never got in trouble,
And never missed a day.
No one knew what happened along the way.
I never got any thing I didn’t fight for.
I guess I was easy to ignore.
I was the one left out.
No one knew what I was truly about.
I tried to tell
But I was still left in hell.
Then the one person who heard died,
My mom, and I never got to say good-bye.
Right after I was kicked out the door.
Now I’m a drugged induced whore.
When I look in the mirror to see who standing in my place
I’m gone without a trace.
The loser,
A kid who fell off the right track
Unable to find her way back.
Theirs others like me.
They just hide it so you can’t see.
I wish I could quit and be free.
I’m reaching out to you,
But I’m a loser so your already threw.
I would like to do so many things,
But theirs a punishment that my life brings.
I live in pain everyday,
Making myself pay.
It’s too late to set things strait.
Living on the edge has landed me in a wedge.
No one sees this is what the world wanted me to be.
After where I’ve been,
I am forced to exist in a world I couldn’t live in

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