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All I know is racks inside my pockets, broken soul inside my heart. Drugs will numb the pain but broken bones that’s who we are. I can never find my way, I’m always lost without my art I’m ripped apart I’m always bleeding for this love that leaves a scar.

I can’t move on, My selfish song, I tell them all that I’m right, I know I’m wrong. I live regrets inside my head. I say I’m done, even though not finished yet.