Late night binges and empty pill prescriptions
I'm back on my shit, I'm back on my shit
All these little whites and greens, feed them to me so I can't feel a thing
I'm back on my shit, I'm back on my shit
Pacing back and forth. Pondering, wondering, what will come from this?
I'm not giving up on trying, I'm giving up on giving up on giving up
I'll let it all happen, just let the rope fasten
Strangled by lies, I've burnt all my time, another one has fallen victim
I'm back on my shit, I'm back on my shit
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