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Her mother used to hit her |
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To an uncontrolled consumption |
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Of an absolute solution |
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Experience with drug abuse |
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Taking this drug of peace |
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Slowly taking its toll |
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Never question, love through addiction |
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Collecting this emptiness |
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Recollect a calm self centered guess |
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Every broken promise |
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To bleed the soul free |
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Faith is not the answer |
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A promise that must end |
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Left her standing to face her own way |
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Face to face |
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Thought you could |
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Never thought you would |
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Fall this steep |
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Overdose intentional |
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5 or 6 times |
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For reasons being to die |
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Broken out fight |
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Unable to focus |
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Late night on knees |
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Scraping scarred brush burns |
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A lethal move for ecstasy |
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Lying curled up in the corner of the bathroom |
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Hung over from the night before |
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A wrong signal for an intertwined love affair |
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Putting yourself in a disaster over a childish dare |
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Eyes opening to a smooth trail of blood on the floor |
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Leading to the trash can next to the door |
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You wanted to be intimate, he wanted to **** |
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Skill of prostitution down the drain for one more dose |
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Indulge in the innocence of each other's addiction |
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Sitting next to your mate doing drug time |
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Vintage lust for a lost modern age |
