.[Verse 1 : Bobby Barnett]
Well I'm staring at a blank page
And I don't like writing anymore
The self appointed martyr, he will die
Before he knows what he's even dying for>
Well I'm drinking from my father's flask
And there's something burning on my lips
This .
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