Hard,And Then Some
swollen feet from this journey of grief
replaceable you seem to believe,
but only i know true hurt
im going out of my head
im going out of my head
tonight the
drugs help,im going outa of my head
they take me away
from reality, then put me to bed.
i suffer more than you imagine
i cry so fukin much i get dehydrated
i promise you this isn't easy
i sleep next to your ghost
they will never be you.
i hold nothing so close
im going outta my head
my heart is haunted,dark,empty
like a basement,its got bugs and poison
that decision is now my prison.
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