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My ex told me this was better off...dead. When I go to rest at night I hear her singing lullabies, they told me that she's not the one I think it's just a one and done, this typa shit don't last that long, I think I was just simply wrong about thinking this love might really last but the way that this is going I'll just leave it in the past. I think it's time to say that this shit is... dead. she wonders why I'm spacey but it's just the way I'm contemplating in my head I'm still debating feeling hazy, levitating. but my thoughts killing me slowly I'm in agony she told me that she love me but I think it's just an act baby. It's my time to shine but I feel like hesitating the thing I had to realize is that this trip was only medicated. my love was just drugs I'm only temporary. the only place she wanna see me is in a obituary. my last love told me I would be legendary but the only type of love i have now is probably better off...dead." verse 2: "Hey here's a question, what's the point of giving affection to the people that just want attention I forgot to mention that I had no bad intentions, I'm feeling pessimistic just wanna show you I can manage-- emotionally damaged, pretty much socially abandoned a mental bandit, inside my head I just need a bandage, want help but I'm just a patient, for my whole life I've been medicated, this music I feel dedicated her love makes me intoxicated I think it's time I'm gonna make it but I'm suffocating trying to see the future clearly is so goddamn f*ckin frustrating, you see there's more to it then meditating I'm contemplating!.. thinking if this life of mine is really worth spending all this time trying to make a living. Oh lord I'm still sinning. I'm smoking all my pain away god sent me on a mission, to make all these millions. I'm just a 1 in a billion. Specialty no royalty I'm just independent. I have no true limit. Ima show you that I'm winning and I'm living inside luxury there's onlyyyy 1 of me