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Oh, Hi, I didn’t think I’d see you here, I mean, Stood here praying I think I’m out of touch these days What the hell am I saying? Maybe I’ll just drink, ‘Cause who the hell would pray? I see you, you say: “Don’t drink the pain away” Whatever… Whatever… I remember, A day before therapy was status I would read that I barely understood, But it shot down my hurt, While I hid I don’t do Jack s*it anymore But if I did, I’d be doing it tonight, for sure, For sure… For sure… I can’t help but thinking about how, My time here’s stood still Daydream, and scheming, F*ck! I wanna kill I move so slow, I’m stood mourning What I didn’t know Go! Go! Go… Go… Numb me! My body go numb! Numb me! My body go numb! Drown me! In you, I succumb! Whatever… Whatever… There’s this lake that I passed, On the way to my work Surrounded by thick grass, Surrounding earth My happiest space, So warm and peaceful, F*cking prolific! They’re watching, They’re waiting, ‘Til at last I am weak, Then behind me, they drown me To weak to bastard speak! At her eulogy She can drown in my Hell They would disown my ing sense of self, I am a clown… Drown my Hell… Numb me! My body go numb! To you I bastard succumb! Numb me! My body go numb! To you I bastard succumb! I need you! My body go numb! I am screaming! My body go numb! I’m drowning! I’m underwater! You don’t care… Whatever… How the Hell did you get here? You’re the only one what’s coming I’ll give you a drag of my cigarette, Me, you’re shaming I mean - hey I’m numb So what if I’m dumb? She can’t hear me say: “I’ll ‘til my pain’s away, I’ll drink ‘til my pain’s away,” I’m crying now, I should have told her I cared, I’m crying… I should have told her I cared…

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