Lost inside
Spending every day the same
Always passing the blame
Youve got my back with a knife
So sick of this life
So I beg the white powdered pill
"Just help stop the way I feel"
Is anything real
Shook the hand, I made the deal
Light a match time to dispatch
Pass me another line don't tell me the time
I'm feeling fine so gimmy a sign
Even if it's in my mind
Please keep being kind
Grab my wrist and bind
Im lost inside
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