drugs
I've been through hell and back
I was doing good
now I'm going down the wrong path
I've been getting high
no one can comprehend why
but none of them know it's because I wanna die
I'll look down at them as I'm up in the sky
I just need one person
to tell me the drugs don't help my hurting
I don't listen to myself
theres nothing else
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