Memories
She had me feeling dead
I was in the floor with all this red
I just wanted to be with you in my twin bed
I take these drugs cuz im misread
Cuz thats all we know what to do instead
I wake up with cross fires in my head
I hear your voice saying everything that was unsaid
Im so done that im pill head
Cuz thats all we know what to do instead
Cuz thats all we know what to do instead
Cuz i cant feel this pain thats dark red
It's all in my head
I feel like a kid going to his fathers bed
Like having a nightmare without a bloodshed
Im in the ground 6 feet and dead
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