Ded

I see my face in the mirror
But something's not the same
I wipe the dirt off my glasses
But I can still see the stain
I'm fucking dying
I'm fucking ded
I wash my face to feel clearer
I feel my chest is in pain
I feel my soul leave my body
Only regrets remain



Credits
Writer(s): Cruel Reflections
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