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Tattoos covered his skin

Eyes as empty as his Mercedes Benz

His poor father beat him to shreds

Trauma deeper than the Mariana trench


He fills his void with drama and sex

A new partner that he barely met

His girlfriends home she’s crying in bed

Wondering what he’s probably doing instead



Hurt people, hurt people

passing on the pain



Everybody has their heroin

Trying to find their way to numb their hearts

Poison dressing up like medicine

Everybody loves a bleeding star



Can’t really blame dealer dealer

Cause He’s tryina be the healer healer



She stood about 102

At 5’9 she was as thin as a noose

Her poor mother told if you

Want a man you better never consume

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