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Doctor please, I need a new hope. The more I run, the more the track becomes a living hell paved with regrets. Iâve been looking for some help. The smiles in the streets they scare. The hands on my back they fucking weight. The picks in my head they help, I believe. Shake, shake, shake, shake. The wine, the whiskey, they became discrete pills. The ice pick, a remedy. Iâll never find a way to wake up. And here comes the mourning. I give up the steel is already in. Understand, youâre the last chance I take to die. And I donât wanna die. Who cares about real questions giving you the doubt you need? Iâm tired of thinking of what I could get to drop out. Iâm alone now, Iâm the same olâ trap. Longing for a sand box smile to come back. I feel left being, on and on the same glass, and the bottle is down.