It's a true fucking story
I'm not going to lie,
I kissed a meth smoker,
And he's about to die,
Souround me in their forked dispare,
Where do I go,
My family can't know,
So I'll stitch this grin,
And Beg the cosmos
In my puddle of me,
for a little shread of hope,
And the streangth I need to keep on.
Broken mirriors of a Lie,
Where can I go,
I cannot hold this,
nor let it go,
Can't reach for you to be shot down,
I will try,
But in this hand is yours,
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