| Tomorrow held my gaze,
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| Till I ripped out the page,
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| No trace, about face.
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| Now I’m stuck in yesterday’s,
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| Mistakes- what would they say?
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| You’re Fake.
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| I’d never felt regret before.
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| But now it holds,
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| Its grip on me,
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| What once was truth became a fantasy.
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| Not Long ago,
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| I used to think,
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| If there was heaven there’d be room for me.
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| Breathe.
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| You have to go,
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| And find yourself,
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| It’s up to you again,
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| Get on your feet and live,
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| Don’t let the woes
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| Of substance lows,
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| Get the best of you again,
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| It up to you to to Live.
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| Fuck. |
| Fuck. |
| Take me back,
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| I wanna go back to before,
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| I ever touched this shit.
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| Ill taste it for the flavor,
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| Then crave it for days- you gotta-
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| Walk away, walk away!
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| Sleep is for the neighbors,
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| creeping for days, blurred
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| Stalk all day- stalk all day!
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| Why am I running?
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| Why am I hiding?
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| All these streets have seen me while using, I’ll take another one,
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| To reach that high, please,
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| Let me be i’m seeking a new king.
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| He don’t account for much-
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| Oh how the time leaves.
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| I’ll stay clean for just under two weeks.
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| But then another one,
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| enters my sights, please,
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| Someone drag me out of this misery!
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| You have to go,
|
| And find yourself,
|
| It’s up to you again,
|
| Get on your feet and live,
|
| Don’t let the woes
|
| Of substance lows,
|
| Get the best of you again,
|
| It up to you to to Live.
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| Fuck, fuck, take me back,
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| I wanna go back before…
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| I lose everything,
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| Cuz of you!
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| I can’t crawl back into that hole…
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| You will be fine,
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| Living your life.
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| Live your life!
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| Don’t need to be fuckin high,
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| get a grip. |
| Get a grip. |
| Get a grip!
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| on life. |
| Life!
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| Take me back I wanna go back before…
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| I die.
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| You have to go,
|
| And find yourself,
|
| It’s up to you again,
|
| Get on your feet and live,
|
| Don’t let the woes
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| Of substance lows,
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| Get the best of you again,
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| It up to you to to Live. |