April 2012
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What’s the point of pain if it’s been abused? What’s a kid like me even got to lose? Here I am on your bed again It’s too big for the room it’s in Wash your face and mouth just a little bit Everybody knows that you’re good at it Nothing hurts like an answer phone Drinkin’ some, waking up alone Maybe if I try just a little more I can take myself from this...
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