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Bringing back the old days, just so I no longer need our happy ones,
getting the crew back, coming back into that trio,
getting high, just to block out all the shit in my life,
may listen to how stupid it is, but still my words will take flight.
Starting to lose a lot, my mind, old choices, even weight,
but the one thing that seems to stick, are the memories,
they slowly begin to consume me, so I consume liquor,
and for every cause is an effect, but fuck it, my hearts dead.
One week away from going out west, I feel it is for the best,
maybe i should not return in April, what if I decide to stay,
as long as you get hurt and fucked over, I will be happy,
do not mean to be such an ass, but why would I care?