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Who I Was
I might as well lay here dead
Nothing matters, no one cares
I am bleeding, wounds stinging
My vision's blurry, black and white
Choking, baerly breathing
Just get all these sad songs
Out of my fucking head
I might as well just wake up now
Nothing's real, I can't feel it
I am hungry for that feeling
My God, what's wrong with me?
I've forgotten what I am
Just give me a few days
To remember who I was
