When you said to me myself
I didn't know that's someone else
Damage worse than it appears
Lie to me and wipe my tears
I didn't mean to cause a scene
I even told my mom I'm clean
I even stopped calling the ex
But sometimes I still send a text
And I'm the quiet piece of pain
That no one ever noticed
I brought you a bouquet
You saw the thorns but not the roses
I make a living off of killing you
You ain't getting shit
I make a killing off of killing you
You ain't getting shit
I make a million off of killing you
You ain't getting shit
I kiss your blood cuz it's the color of your lips
It's the color of my drink
Fake angels
I don't trust who's in your circle, fuck your halos
I don't trust a soul, I trust the work and the dinero
Trying to walk with me but when I crawled you weren't there though
Now you wanna care though
They so curious how I'm doing, I say fucking fine
I'm just coping, I just want another line
How many people did we ruin with the drugs
How many pretty souls did I use for a fuck
And yeah the dope can take my life
It already took my soul
It already took my smile
It already took control
Used to care what people think
Used to think that people care
Used to care what people think
Used to think that people care
They told me I should get a grip
And then they tossed me off the cliff
You told me I should get a grip then threw me down I make a living off of killing you
You ain't getting shit
I make a killing off of killing you
You ain't getting shit
I make a million off of killing you
You ain't getting shit
I kiss your blood cuz it's the color of your lips
There's no color
I swear I'm leaving and it's killing you
You ain't getting shit
Tell me secrets while I'm killing you
You ain't getting shit
I swear it's peaceful while I'm killing you
You ain't getting shit
I kiss your blood cuz it's the color of your lips
There's no color
Would you tell me that I'm fearless
If I never made a sound
Would you tell me that I'm special
If I fade into the crowd

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