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Cold distraction bleeds and serves as a need

to tomrent the mind and extinguish the fire inside

burnt out and dry, feel fatigued to the core

still i'm dying for more

broke within and spreading so thin

wishing this moment will pass could it just be my last

looking bleak and hating so deep

getting harder to breath, can i stand on my feet

whem i'm dead broke, scraping to feed myself

"watch the day go"

lack sleep "hope it was all a dream"

hand choke, walking a tight rope

so close to falling off it's like a bad joke

exit and escape it

like turning water to wine for a washed-up deadbeat

half-assed motherfucker

selling your virtues for purchase, silver and gold

worries so inconsequential... outcome out of my hands

still the stress monumental, cater to legion demands