Overdosing in the night, medics coming to revive me
Just another line I crossed, glass tables and razor blades
Numbed out on what the pharmacy is selling me
Lean on me with a side of mental disease
Passing piss tests like lie detector tests
Anxiety attacks bruise my mentality
Cut my wrists thinking it would fix me
Still looking for that dopamine
The rush that will kill me
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