The Diary

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Cuz I don`t wanna be like this, I've been runnin` these streets for too long now
I've got nothing it`s true but this song now, but the further I go…. I wanna go home

I fuckin` swear that I care, but it`s hard when you stare,
Into the bottom of a bottle that is empty and bare.
Oh my desolate soul, in my desolate home,
It`s my desolate role, yeah I'm here all alone.
I can't think of a reason to get the fuck outta bed,
Curtains closed, lights are off, am I alive or dead?
I haven't shaved in a week, I always slur when I speak,
Tolerance at it`s peak, another fifth just to sleep.
Oh woe is me, woe is me, I guess I need love,
And hos you see, hos you see, I'm just in a rut,
And I swear I'm trying baby, please baby don't leave,
Goddamn I'm a fuck up, but I guess that's just me.
So I sit in my room, and I cry in my bed,
Thinkin` about all the shit that made me wrong in my head.
I keep trying to climb, but it seems so steep, pour myself a fuckin` whiskey
And go back to sleep...... Bitch

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I watch my momma cry, she says baby why,
I say baby died, babies gone like a suicide.
I don't think you'll see him soon Mom, stay out my room Mom,
Tell Daddy that I hate that motherfucker like you Mom.
I sing this shit for you Danny, Sascha and Jordon,
These beers keep gettin` warmer every time that I hold them.
I pour this out for you like a partner in crime,
It`s part of the times, when you`re sick in the mind.
Ya I'm sick, oh so sick, I'm so sick of this shit,
Ya I'm lit, oh so lit, I'm so fucked up off it.
So I stumble around, til I stumble fall down,
Into this puddle of my tears, laying here on the ground.
When you've got nothing left, you've got nothing left to lose,
With my last, this single breath, I`ll still be singing to you...
So when you bury me man, you better bury me deep,
And sing along to this song…. cuz your broken like me.

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And I wanna` go back to the start, back where we started from,
I know it's been so long, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong all along.

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