Basket case

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I'm always in tears.
I always see bad dudes
My mind drives me insane.

I hear the whispers in my head
"Youre not worth it"
Those whispers haunt me also kill me..

I feel like I'm going
Slowly but surely insane
My mind is making sure of that

I swear on sat and grave
I'm turning into a basket case
Someone get me out of this..please

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