Passive

You must stop telling me I am an abomination
I'm not the only person sick of using realistic options
And since I've had everything I've ever wanted thrown all in my face again
This is not the time to try to talk some sense into me
nor the place it's too late to offer up your prayers for me I sit here catatomic waiting for the rage to reach

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Into my soul to carve that well-known hole
That only someones arms holding me will let me let go
Into my fist in my back pocket
Where I keep my nugs and cigarettes
Into my head once again I have had enough of this

I'm just a confused little child
Passed out somewhere on the lawn
I hide inside my lies and denial
Gotta pay for the car I wrecked
Cause I got high trying to escape your eyes
Everything you say seems to infect my mind
Why can't you let me unwind
All this cold has crept inside it's reached my

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