I wanna give up so bad but at the same time I don't
I wanna prove everyone that ever said something bad about me wrong
I wanna prove that I am something
I'm tired of hating myself
I'm tired of worrying
The pain follows me
She follows me everywhere in everything
Dressed in red
At times we are friends
But our relationship is bitter
I drink her away sometimes
But she always returns... stronger
I can't control it
It lives inside my head it consumes me
It is me
Twisted versions
They are out for blood
My blood
They seek only me.
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Benita Gonzalez
Just a woman trying to make it in this messed up world and I'm trying my best it's not over till I'm underground
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