Long days and drunken nights haunted by
brown eyes that stare right through me.
So close I can feel your breath upon my lips.
Most snipers kill from far away.
I've been waiting here for so long.
My body's broken and I'm tasting blood.
I'm shaking, hold me, hold me.
My sickness waits for no one.
An airport full of people mocking me.
This drug will
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