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I'm screwed up.
Didn't you know?
I'll just hide old scars with new excuses.
And call the headlights of cars, stars.
Lay down and stare forever.
These waves of pain come in doses.
Like pain medication, like floating on an ocean.
Up and down, and over the top I'm still drowning.
I could just let it all take over.
But I'm tired of being sober.
And I'm sick of lies, and sick of liars.
But these people are nothing more than that.
It's human nature, that's crap.
Well we're friends.
Well we're enemies.
Not friends, not enemies,
Just some strangers ...