September
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I fuckin swear that I care,
but it's hard when you stare into the bottom of a bottle that is empty and bare.
Oh my desolate soul, in my desolate home, it's my desolate role, yeah I'm here all alone.
I can't think of a reason to get the fuck out of bed, curtains closed, lights are off, am I alive or dead?
I haven't shaved in a week, I always slur when I speak.
Tolerance at it's peak, another fifth just to sleep.
Oh woe is me, woe is me, I guess I need love.
Hoes ya see, Hoes ya see, I'm just in a rut.
And I swear I'm trying, baby please, baby don't leave.
God Damn I'm a fuck up, but I guess that's just me.
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