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run away from emotions with a pill, or a cut

or a line, or a toke, or whatever I've got

emotional coward, and crazy to boot

don't bother to aim, just pull the trigger, and shoot.

the one's he wants don't want him

and the one's who want him (few and far between)

he somehow fucks up.

the story of my life

when everything goes south

I tell it all like it's someone else's story

take no blame, accept no responsibility

shift it all onto this nebulous third person

that way it's not me that fucked up

it's not me that's crazy

it's him, always him.

not me