He stole air from your lungs
When he said he was done
You let him destroy you
What else is new?
Your own worst enemy
Death by amphetamines
Tossing and turning
Screaming and burning
Pulled down in the deep
Close your eyes, count the sheep
Is it killing you? Let it!
Dying will make him regret it
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