Well, this shovel won't take my emptiness away,
And I have survived the memory of us.
But I am burying my broken heart,
Is there a remedy for hating myself?
See me take another hit,
Here let me take another sip.
Watch as I slip down what these eyes see as fit.
Couldn't this happiness just have lasted?
but I wasted it so fast.
I could be this so called bad man,
From what it looks like he is not my biggest of fans.
Well, these pills don't seem to rid this headache,
Sleep doesn't come easy and it is hell when I wake.
and if it makes you less sad I will start acting my age,
and I will keep out of your way.
So here is the stage and the spotlights are on bright.
I am fighting the good fight,
but I am slowly losing my sight.
I think you will always see you as right.
You were just an angel in hiding,
and I was the devil in plain sight.
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