Four pills in three hours
I'm on a trip
Flying to never ever land
And I don't want to stop
Goodbyes were always trials
They always tore at me with pain
I gain nothing by standing here
I need to be on my way

Ten cuts in five days
Trying to find my escape
And hiding from my reality
There's nothing to save
I'm hopless, so draw away
Searching for a wonderland
That's not material or physical
People wonder why I'm so miserable

Countless drinks just this hour
Pretending to laugh my life way
My sins are so ordinary
I want to be better
But instead I cry on the inside
Take away what I have left in my soul
Savor the metallic taste in my mouth
Temptation is no longer a doubt

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