no control
It’s hard to think hard to breath
Should I speak should I leave
Shouldn’t be you it should be me
I can’t think i’m not breathin
My hands move my head freezes.
No control it’s me but not
Close your eyes I take the shot.
Should I feel bad or should I laugh?
I knocked you flat out on your ass
I don’t know what’s goin on
You black out wake up I’m gone...
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