1,2,3

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1,2,3 steps, I'm about to faint
1,2,3 breaths, there is no air left
1,2,3 pills, I think I'm getting a little dizzy
1,2,3 my body is getting weaker

1,2,3 my head is spinning
1,2,3 the air is needed
1,2,3 I cannot stop it
1,2,3 I'm only broken

1,2,3 my mind is lonely
1,2,3 my brain is damage
1,2,3 the cut is open
1,2,3 the blood is running

1,2,3 the Mark is there
1,2,3 my mom is aware
1,2,3 they lock me up
1,2,3 I cant go back

1,2,3 calories in my body
1,2,3 no food in my system
1,2,3 in getting weaker
1,2,3 in getting dizzy

1,2,3 they are getting mad
1,2,3 I really fuck up?
1,2,3 yeah what about dad?
1,2,3 his not back

1,2,3 I'm all alone
1,2,3 drained of thought
1,2,3 in getting Scared
1,2,3 I wanna be dead

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