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Wasted

Scars on my wrists

Pills in my system

No wonder I've never been kissed

I'm one step closer to freedom

I only find pleasure in drinking

My life is falling apart

I guess that's why I'm breaking

Sitting quietly tears running, still I'm drawing art

I sit there and watch as the blood flows

I don't feel a heartbeat

Slowly my eyes begin to close

Suddenly I'm laying on the concrete

Where's your best friend when you need her

Darkness was the only thing that lasted

And abruptly everything was over

Watching below me, I'm glad that I'd gotten wasted

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