They all asking what's
They all asking what's wrong
Why am I so destructive
Maybe I'm just defective
Everyday's the same
Feeling so locked inside myself
Living life like an outcast
Anything to relive the pain I feel inside
They asking, begging me to stop
Listening to myself ain't doing much help
I know I should stop before I go too far
And I'm dying to make it in this world
To be something more then a disappointment
So I started listening to inspiration
Other people's stories
about getting clean
And it made me wanna get clean too
So I got determination
Beat my depression put down
all the things I was doing
I've never felt better
I wanna inspire someone
Help someone through this all
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