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This week marks my 1 year MM3AM anniversary and I believe is my 53rd song delivered. For some reason, this has been the hardest week in a year to find motivation for my song as I'm just not feeling it. Just watched an addiction documentary and that is the only thing on my mind. This song is weird and pretty much suckery. Oh well, maybe next week.
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See the snow it's falling out the window
And he's too scared to face the unarmed truth
Tiny crystals they glisten in the light
And he's bound to give up on the fight
Oh my God please take his pain
From the tracks of this hellbound train
Load it up take a breath push it in
And he's dying for this wicked cycle to end
Burning spoons tattered foils are his clutter
It's just a reflection of the gutter
Oh my God please take his pain
From the tracks of this hellbound train
And in one moment a glimpse of hope
He stops and he loosens the rope
But it's hard as hell just to cope
In this prison he calls dope
One way needle one way gun
One way to choose and it's all said and done
And it's one black hearse mothers tears
What a waste of those 25 years
Now he's dressed Sunday's best
Born to lose never reaching the crest
It was hard as hell just to cope
In this prison he calls his dope
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