What do I do wrong
A question
I ask myself over and over
Rolling a blade in between my fingers
Denim itches on scars
And I wish I didn’t have to hide
But the life I lead is a lie
Cause every fucking guy
Mentality has been fucked
And yet mine is what steady?
Can’t you see IV never been ready
Can you honestly tell me your heads fucked
Drugs drink
Give me the reasons
Any reason
That beats my hands down fact
I reach for love
But only death comes back

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