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A little taste of rapture, hit number one
Sigh as her brain starts tingling
the devil won't let go, not until she's done
The snow still falls outside her window...
And now she cries, hit number two
At first it was for the pain, but now
It's for self pity, she's such a fool
When did she start feeling so hopeless...
Stuck in the cycle, hit number three
Thoughts of the boy come to her mind
Could he accept her when she's so weak?
There's no one to make her stop...
Suck on the can, hit number five
Killing her mind and lungs
Stupid girl, why are you still alive?
All of this for a five minute high...
She can't keep her head straight
can't name a familiar face
She can barely count to eight
The hit reduced her to absolutely nothing...
