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can't re-write
what's done
is done
determination
hesitation
don't wanna fight
i know i'm wrong
find contentment
without a fire
exhausted
depletion
everything
been used
use it up
and toss it out
and just can't
care about
trying to
make a spark
leaving marks
of where
i've been
a trail of shit
you follow
your fellow
and get tripped up
my hearts ripped up
done by
myself alone
again
still looking for
a number
i don't have
the balls
to call
probably is
better
can't catch smoke
or a ghost
give it up
that's all