i’m sick of the fake friends
telling me ill never make it
telling me to walk away while they go on to celebrate
i need to pay rent
but wheres the money when i need it
gone along with all the reasons
as to why i need to leave you
but until then I’m doing fine
ill lie my way through it just like every other time
counting every minute passing by as we argue through the night
i can’t believe it, suicide was an option for you; do or die

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