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This living life thing don't make no sense
I get way too drowsy falling up and outta time
All I ever do is think about the end
Out here living young, I got death on the back of my mind
Stuff changes can't be who you been
liked me way better the music was a hobby to hide
Don't chase girls, never money, or a benz
Either I'm ahead of the curve or I'm way far behind

If the pain doesn't pass tell a friend
Please don't crowd me I got 3 ghosts close to killing me
Come Equipped with the cheat-codes post epiphanies
just to pick back up and freeload to misery
Guess I'm so so but so close and never free
Think I self sabotage and call it deficiency

If nobody checking in then I choke deliberately
If nobody checked me since my demons'll visit me

These habits'll bring me comfort
When I can't control myself
The magic of losing focus
When focus don't make me well

I'm hoping it shows me something
That gets me to ask for help
They're all better off without me
Just leave me up on the shelf

These habits'll bring me comfort
When I can't control myself
The magic of losing focus
When focus don't make me well

I'm hoping it shows me something
That gets me to ask for help
These relapses go in circles
Just me and my carousel

These habits'll bring me comfort
When I can't control myself
The magic of losing focus
When focus don't make me well

I'm hoping it shows me something
That gets me to ask for help
These relapses go in circles
Just me and my carousel

Just me and my carousel
Just me and my carousel
These relapses go in circles
Just me and my carousel

Just me and my carousel
Just me and my carousel
These relapses go in circles
Just me and my carousel



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Dillon
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