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Laying with my brothers,
Underneath the covers,
Don't burn the edges,
Or call for help,
I'm getting pretty good at,
Playing truth or dare with,
Myself,
It's getting late,
It's getting cold,
And I don't think that we can make it this time,
October bleeds through every vein,
I feel that bitter air again,
I'm not trying,
Give me my purpose,
Or remind me when there's someone there,
When I don't care,
Can't find the words to say,
I'm happy just to stay,
In an old forgotten place,
Where I'm eventually erased,
You didn't think to say,
You were upset either way,
My mind's so grey,
I let it pass each day,
Just give me purpose,
I kept this picture of you,
Of when my dreams came true,
But now I lay in bed,
Just thinking what to do,
Another cigarette,
Another bottle,
Another empty day,
Another problem,
Another cigarette,
Another bottle,
Another fucking day,
Another problem
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