I'm not entirely sure what I'm writing... I just grabbed a pen and put it to the pad,

Something glitched inside my head today, or maybe it happened when I was a young lad,

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Time heals all wounds they say, but see, I'm only left with scars,

No matter the time, a scar will always stay - remain forever like my unspoken memoirs.

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I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'll probably always be fucked up inside,

Whether or not it will stay inside is another thing, one that only time with hide.

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There's s glitch in my soul and I name him my Devil,

He's slobbering up my goodness - takes my sinning down to a whole new level.

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I'm malfunctioning, and I ask myself, what's keeping me from breaking down in smoke?

- Keep loving my girl, staying focused and don't think of that tempting fucking coke.

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