The 2 A.M Writer

Blame

Stop caring about everyone

Apathy flowing like a dead river

Strung out, burned out

Trade the drugs for another silver

I miss my mother

 

All my friends left me

I was and always will hate them

Zoned out, blown out

Let these trees stand still

I hate my father

 

I don\'t want to grow up

I\'m going to die in a fucking hole

Overdose, overdose

Dying from the drugs I stole

I hate my god

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