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god doesn’t love me
i have a lot to get off my chest
no need for a confession
just give me the ashtray
inhale. exhale
you try to run away
run away from the world
but then you run away
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home
i believe in myself
i believe in the moments
i can see with my eyes
i believe in this drink
but they call me a non-believer |
a greater vice than selling me drugs
is selling me the wrong answer
that answer is my fear
reeling in ignorance and unhappiness
it’s a business that sells me meat
for several times more than it’s valued
i eat it for nothing
oh god
he doesn’t love me
i know he doesn’t love me
well, neither do i
neither do i
we are others
we are the others | |