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V1
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
PRE
Hurt people, hurt people
passing on the pain
CHORUS
Everybody has their heroin
Trying to find their way to numb their hearts
Poison dressing up like medicine
Everybody loves a bleeding star
POST
Can’t really blame dealer dealer
Cause He’s tryina be the healer healer
V2
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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