Listening to the sad raps,
The ones that pierce your heart.
Listening to those sad songs,
The ones that help tear you apart.
Thinking about those bad thoughts,
The ones that make you bleed.
Thinking about those old memories,
The ones that you think you need.
Writing about the bad times,
The ones that plague your brain.
Writing about the sad times,
The ones that come down with the rain.
The ones that pierce your heart.
Listening to those sad songs,
The ones that help tear you apart.
Thinking about those bad thoughts,
The ones that make you bleed.
Thinking about those old memories,
The ones that you think you need.
Writing about the bad times,
The ones that plague your brain.
Writing about the sad times,
The ones that come down with the rain.
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