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i sow these streets with my own blood it seems
my soul is feeling unkempt and bare.
i'm just like you i'm complicated too....
you're coming home to an empty space inside of you,
there's no other place.
you're wondering hard what you're here for,...
Could you be lost
Are you so free, do you long to be
When the sun goes down, do you feel the feeling there's no-one near...
too much left to say,
you never wanted it that way.
and now you wake up wondering why your life is tumbling into nothing left...
talk, wait,
engage your heart at its nadir.
your methods coming clear.
we speak, we taste
we roll a night that...
i measure time in seconds between cigarettes
don't mind choking on cold regrets
enamored with the possibility of getting so...
found me dead on the side of the road, barely breathing,
but my soul was seething alone,
from all my guilt and shame...
pull those chains when you turn me out
remind me what this life is all about.
because i haven't felt pain in so long i forgot i...
let's all go to the underground,
some kind of social lost and found
check all your baggage at the gate
makin sense at 6...
she threw me away, yesterday
her deadbolt locks i feel no shame
she always wondered if i'd bend of if i'd break
you...
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you're coming home to an empty space inside of you,
there's no other place.
you're wondering hard what you're here for,
but every night you still walk out that door.
you're just a screwed up kid,
who doesn't know who he is
fights the words in his head,
screams he's better off dead.
met a punk with a dis
wants a fight and now you're pissed
it's already too late
sawed off your hate
what did you sell your soul for?
was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
you got props from your boys on the block,
a cross to bear that never ends
what did you sink so low for?
was it the time and the space and the spit in your face?
props from the cops and the court
a sin you can't erase
he caught you looking his way
hands in the air - what the hell'd ya say?
i know something sad but true
that motherfucker was as scared as you.
you're just a screwed up kid,
who doesn't know who he is
fights the words in his head,
screams he's better off dead.
met a punk like you
what the fuck you gonna do?
point the piece at his eyes
you never realized
sell it with a pistol in the sack.
they push you so hard, gonna push right back.
sell it and don't put up a fight
your life has just started but it all ends tonight.
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