Murder Might Be Needed

Save yourself.
I know you lie.
You hide out when you're unwell.
Yeah I've been in shoes,
thinking no one cares about you.
You drink in the afternoon
and seclude yourself to your room.
Everyone's afraid of you.
Save yourself.
Break free from the hell that holds you helpless.
You're a fucking mess trying to feel your best.
But flat-lined you'll be in time,
if you don't soon realize that you could be fine.
Yeah you could be quite alright.
One step ahead.
If you kill the addictions tonight.

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