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———— it's 'bout the path you're CHOOSING, time heals pain and promotes self-soothing when the scars are gone you can't see BRUISING wanted three things: watches, chains and gold rings i'm getting caught up in the feelings that they bring a lack of SANITY, losing touch with reality smoking too much, it's starting to fog up my CLARITY traveling in the day but you're still looking far to me, bulls eye you the dot to me emotions SPLATTERED, same pattern can't even begin to spot 'em i'm sad about shit that NEVER happened no lies in my eyes, nothing but truth will leave my mouth i'm tryna' fuckin SCREAM but the words won't come out. i'm, tryna' fuckin' scream but the words won't come out.