sick of being a failure my own integrity does me wrong
unerringly forgotten like modern morals dead and gone
tired and dirty but washed out like a washed up outlaw
straight A student this can't be what my mama foresaw
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I've always took care of others maybe why I'm left with nothing
heartbroken by multiple lovers I'm crazy possessed by suffering
there's few things that can't be made agreeable to end your pain
people cursed me as under stable twisted vice versa I overcame
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11 months of bullets and bombs but I still keep my breath
unseen battle scars show serious symptoms of a sociopath
guilty of a solution to survive in a post traumatic aftermath
"feel forever free no bars in a casket" etch it on my epitaph
