I wonder if you care.
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You graze your skin across another needle
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As the concern for the strength of your veins
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Stretches across your mind
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Your thoughts tell you no one cares
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No one will listen, They all hate you
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You take off your clothes again,
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Trying to find "the right one"
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But you're only forcing yourself to drag the needle again
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Because "no one cares for someone who gives themselves up so quickly."
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I can only pray that you will see past your own thoughts again.
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Can't you see that you have no friends.
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They've all used you and left you for dead,
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I drag another dead body through your blood.
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"But why can't I have more?"
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There is something more.
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Following The Robertsons
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Society's Finest |