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just another story about murder

and throwing your hope into the potential of summer.

But it doesnt work that way,

so after unwritten lines are just taken straight

i cant keep my eyes closed long enough to pray...

now - lets repeat all twelve steps in our heads

and sleep on the answer just to wake up instead

...taught to fear the drug but human nature is just as bad.

so then the morning forced the memory of when we first met

and all the beautiful summers gave me life again...

it's proof i can be okay, if only i could hold onto this ...

so the second passes -

__i scream for a second chance__ __i starve to death__

but all the time spent on personal development and friendships

keeps me taking breaths,

they become the memory of who i am ... long after i forget