these days all i see is carbon and lead
and there's no room for a child inside my head
my hair is all wet and my shirt is torn and
what would it be like if i still wasn't born
these days the air is always too heavy
and when i try to move on it just won't let me
and i can't lift my knees up off the ground
and i could really use a friend right now
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i hope this isn't, like, a personal account. if it is, call me, bro.
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