.Open my book
Read my diary
Squeeze out
Every sick bone that's in me
What are you gonna do when I come running
It won't come to no confronting, cause I'm whipping out all sense in me,
Whipping out all sense
What are you gonna say, I stare away, I know I fucked up, that's o.
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