Im locked in a frown, feeling down ,my heads ready to blow. Yeh
I'm starting to think that the drinks made this nausea grow....yeh.
I'm Caught in a trap I feel crap and I've nothing to say
It's all my own fault there's a vault of emotional pain .
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I need help
I need the
The hair of the dog
I need the hair of the dog
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I'm shoved on the racks and the cracks they are showing the strain
My heads an emotional train
Heading right for my brain