Your Dead Best Friend


The Bleach didn't work, as I had hoped
And life's getting worse, I just can't cope
The say it will be better tomorrow
But this is today, filled with pain and sorrow
The cuts don't heal the pain like I need
They don't heal, they merely bleed
I've picked u bad habits to try and numb the pain
Like feeding cocaine into my vein
I search for myself in an empty shot glass
I turn of the headlights and push hard on the gas
Smoke sends me high above the sky
I feel great...until I start to lose my high
I share my juicy fruit with ungrateful souls
Don't judge me, I'm just trying to fill the hole
Nothing works, so I'll try this again
Farewell, once more, From Your Dead Best Friend

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