Juice

Truth is, I cant help myself
I breathe without a choice
And I see the price of guilt
From the reflection of my milk

And i cant build my dreams
From this empty room that I found my gun
Underneath my pills lying on the bed thinking this is real

Real, this is real, this is real, this is real!

Truth is, I really need some help
I'm threatening to kill myself
And I feel like I'm made of a juice
Being squeezed in a land of recluse

And I cant build my dreams
From this empty room that I found my gun
Underneath my pills lying on the bed thinking this is real

Real, this is real, this is real, this is real!
Real, this is real, this is real, this is real!



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