It´s Not The Caffeine, It´s The Sugar

I just met an old man, he said, "i've got all these years"
"i've nothing to show for it, but a bed of cardboard and my fears"
He says "but i love you" she's just trying not to cry
He hit her once again, i can't stand to see her eyes
I got beat up once again, it makes me so fucking tired
I'm being pushed to the limit i've got to get out of here
I'm all alone again i guess it's just not my luck
I made all the right decisions, with friends like these i should be dead
Get up just one more try
Get up i can't decide
Get up no reason why
Why this feels like suicide
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