I can\'t write you a letter
Can\'t give you a medicine
Can\'t give you a stuffed bear
Can\'t give you adrenaline
I\'m in my own head, never to come see your visits
I\'m as good as dead, I\'ll never open the door
...
You give me a prescription
Give me a whore to numb
Give me a drink to cure
Give me a pill deceive
Not so sure of this, never liked waking up early
I\'ll skip church today, never liked being up in time
...
Decisions, decisions
I\'ll let my skin do the talking
Sweating and jester acts
Will you ever let me smoke again?
Will you give me piece of life?
Will you cover my mouth while I sleep?
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It\'s all your fault
It\'s all your fault
It\'s all your fault
Fuck you.