Messed thoughts

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Run my hopes and dreams over so my heart breaks, and i'll forget that I have feelings for i've grown completely numb

Tell the police it's too late to save me because the drugs I have taken were too strong to overcome

I guess this game of life ran off too short and over the edge.
Just remember you were my favourite laugh and person.

Even if I was your burden, I loved you for you

But I guess it's too late cuz this game of life ended, and I, the loser nonetheless

You done nothing wrong except loving me, for I was the fucking mess

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