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In The End
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June 2011 It starts with one disagreement, we can't see eye to eye,
so you can't understand why at home i start to cry,
i knew all along who would fuck the other over,
she almost picked my brother, i would have stayed sober,
things aren't the way i remember, you wouldn't even know me,
since you left me that September, i've paid the grow fee,
i tried my best and gave you my all,
and the amount i ended up with is why i began to fall,
barely knew myself, what happened to education,
single since forever, full of pain and frustration,
let time sail by with music in my ear and smoke in my lung,
the successful part of me was placed on trial and hung,
what sobriety meant to me is a past life memory,
placing trust in chested fake memories,
pour me another shot of that Hennessey,
money shows you anyone would turn rat for cheese.
