Candle Burnt At Both Ends
nose is bloody
tank is on empty
i hope i go to hell when i die
i won't even care what i leave behind
a lifetime of being the wrong guy
got these black thoughts in my mind
i know there's no better days
these afflictions are with me for life
always hiding behind this pink haze
i couldn't even satisfy my motherf*cking wife
i am so sick of trying
i'm so sick of wishing i had died
sick of all of this useless crying
sick of keeping this bullsh*t inside
f*ck it, i don't even care if it hurts
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