You couldn't text me back,
But I didn't know that,
Now I want you back, your so important
Everytime I wakeup I hate it, wanting to be faceless, arrangements discolored distorted disgusting
But you want me more till I'm nothing that's how I know your not bluffing like 999 on my mind, no names on my hit list, buckle up take a fist,
Too much stress and I can't vent
I can't seem to find an outlet
I just need to grip life's pen, wield my sorrows with some drip
Cause one day when I'm gone, Mama's gonna trip

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