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What am I for them? Do not fucking care Soul full of pride about what I accomplished right here Feeling so sick, eyes so fucking itchy Looking like a gangster with a railgun hit me Dopeless fucking mind, filled with emptiness You know this won't be the last time I fucking hit you Up on your phone, please take me seriously All the things I said, oh god don't hold that shit against me Million messages ago, I tried to make you mine Now my fucking heart is cold, this shit is made of ice Million messages ago, I tried to make you mine I don't give a f*ck no more, would rather just have died Shit ain't over This shit can't be over I know she can't feel me Please don't leave me