everyday

I no longer want to wake up
My days are all the same
Rising to the same old drudgery
That just seems insane
I have no reason or want
To live in your world
Maybe I�ll get up just for some kicks
From my old heroin needle on the floor
The old burned spoon
And half empty bags
Ah screw this shit
My life is just trash
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