We're not so young anymore
Finding things to numb the pain
Taking things to quicken the day
Drinking till our faces and invisible pain is numb
Self inflicted pain
Through burns, swallows and sipping
All to heal what's missing
Filling the whole in our chest with with pills and booze
My mind is a mess
I easily find things to misuse
My body is abused
Something is eating at it
A host
I can feel my insides begin to roast
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