I used to live with no fear of death
Never phased by my own decay
Self-destruction was a game
And I was really good at playing
My hopeless thoughts drove my actions
Substance was my distraction
Now I live stone cold sober
Every night in my bed i think it's over
I close my eyes about to rest when
I shoot up in my bed and grab my chest and
Fear and paranoia encompass me
Fuels my desire to return to the old me
To return
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