All the drugs they used to feed me made me feel like I was dead,
And all this self-medication they say is just as bad,
All the times I wished to stop,
All the times I tried to stop,
But no matter how I tried,
I could never stop the tears,
With a look out my window,
With a secondary glance,
Without you by my side,
I don't even stand a chance.
No
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