Boy
I guess i owe you now? though im the one who's sick, I suppose I see it now, 'That sneaky little trick' But damn I need your heroin 'cause I'm only getting sicker and i guess I'll let you win again and be the bad guy in the picture. There's no agony more pure, than when your friends become your doctor. Mr. Big shot with the cure for the sickness that he offers. It's just as useless to know better and to do it anyway, as it is to hold this anger towards a truth that lies in vain and of all the things I've lost, why couldn't it be this pain? I let myself get crossed. Does it have to be this way? But damn I need your heroin 'cause I'm only getting sicker and i guess I'll let you win again and be the bad guy in the picture
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