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The Worst Loved, The Bad Drugged.


If i Was dead would you still love me?

Would you think about when you tore me downn right to the core?

Cause i did when jumped that tied cored

joy and relief sits beneath that crease

that crease where my love is

my love is for you

hoping everythiing was just a dream

Maybe if the cored broke i would fall into that crease

You said love is fear.

And our generation has put us through the worst.

so dont ask about the past

I'm scared to own up cause my last

drink away the problems thats how you make it last? 

sip a lil more? im 10 seconds for saying that "L" word

You know what it stands for

giving a sence of hope

hoping you have somebody to care for

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