it would be you, no doubt in my mind.
i'd rip you apart one piece at a time.
i hope you overdose, i hope you cry.
i hope the drugs eat away your mind.
the good and the bad will no longer reside in your memory
your mind, a sphere, that just becomes your enemy.
cold and alone is how you spend your old age
thinking of the way things could've been changed.
one day you'll regret it, you'll open your eyes and see
the person you could've turned out to be.
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