my finger is on the trigger so go ahead and figure my next move.
every memory has a scar,has a blade that wonders how far will i take this
it's hard to try when you've already died
this is the plan come and see the broken man and spit in his face and tell him that he doesn't belong in this place.
it's all in my head nothing is over if it never begins. i walk trough life with such a low on life i'm not sure how much pain i can indore. everywhere i go i'm just another label to everyone.
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