At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed out of respect for the dead
The rest has been told exactly as it occurred
Cloak tattered, but it’ll never even matter
Grippin’ on the bedside, wantin’ something better
Go get her, I see you staring at a letter
Haven’t cried yet, but never say never
Inside a room of broken doors so
Bind thе ring and take my torso
Took it out for less or more though
Filming mе, but what’s it for though?
The less you know the better, yeah, it’s whatever
It’s always gonna upset her, I put it all together
Pull it down forever, I’m the worst one ever
So I’m charring the embers
Do you think you’re clever or something? Better than nothing?
There’s only one thing that I could say to you
Saying some dumb things, I’m tryna feel something
Setting a marker to ruin my day to you
Woah, half of ’em will leave you for a Joe damn Schmoe
I’m broke ’cause I sell too g#dd#mn low
Or too high, at this point, I don’t know
A new die, but the same old roll
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks
But a brand new seat makes a new sit
But I can’t talk now, I’m a nuisance
I’m a bricked system, so useless
Woah, half of ’em will leave you for a Joe damn Schmoe
I’m broke ’cause I sell too g#dd#mn low
Or too high, at this point, I don’t know
A new die, but the same old roll
You live fast, [?] skin that’s not mine
Just need one more kill, I got hardline
Three strikes, I’m out, I won’t lie
Love don’t fit in, livin’ all my time
Stumblin’ up in a dirty pond
Now I’m thinkin’ about what I want
If you let me, you could be my prop
Temporary that you’re not my problem
Hundred bodies all over mine
Watch your man fade out of my timeline
You know I’m livin’ my life
[?] the highlights
I bought a gun, I shoot it from the highrise
He won’t ever see the sky again
I don’t ever wanna be your friend
Took a while, turnin’ boys to men
Cloak tattered, but it’ll never even matter
Grippin’ on the bedside, wantin’ something better
Go get her, I see you staring at a letter
Haven’t cried yet, but never say never
Inside a room of broken doors so
Bind the ring and take my torso
Took it out for less or more though
Filming me, but what’s it for though?
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