I stayed up all night
packin my bags
but right under my eyes
you left before I knew it
like it was the right thing to do at the time
but its already nine in the morning
and I've tried to fight for it
now I'm tired of the night
and all the problems I've ignited
while
finding the light we've recited into cliche
trying to hide like pee stains
stuck lyin bout my weekend
cuz the truth will get me beaten
yea the noose is not the reason I died
it was just the tool in season
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