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Imagine that salty, moist taste

Of tears running down your face

Because your girl so chaste

Just left you, you got replaced

By a guy with a pocket of drugs

Nothing good, doesn't show love

Smoke a blunt and down a deluxe

Case of alcohol, 'till she realizes it sucks

Getting wasted 'cuz life is hard

You're fighting for nothing, a diehard

And it does nothing but get you scarred

Killing yourself in and out, breaking your heart

And for what? A moment of relief?

To people like you I am in disbelief

'Cuz I have music to retrieve

For my anti stressor, my release.