We are souvenirs like spoons hanging on a wall
Get it out of your system the way that you feel
The pills you take are not even real to mask what you are
Made you think again outside of your head
its hard for me to feel nothing when everyone is bleeding
There is no connection
An easy read user friendly smile
Taste like plastic from my mouth to yours
Unbelievable circumstance
Makes me sad still to know I’ll never be as close to home
Fatal after life
Barrel of wine makes me sick to pass out dealing strife
I know better than to argue
I like the conflict inside me


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