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make up your mind, you better eat it
I don't need your help, I don't need it
suffer the cycle all over again
lose my mind all over again
take another one, you'll feel better
well doc, I ain't feelin' any better
fed these demons with your false alarms
gave them my hand they took my fucking arm
so what is left now? what will I be?
a name on a label? a loose fantasy?
a shell of the man that you used to see?
give me another one, I don't wanna be me
but all I needed was some company
shelter from the cold in two arms
to keep me safe from myself
keep these demons at bay
happiness bails when I call her name
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