high, you got high, off your own supply
taste had a taste of yr own medicine
crashed yr car on the road we grew up
lose, you lost your way at a cost
I won't embarrass you, not that you need me to
leaving the hospital, words cannot say what we already know.
high, you got high off yr own supply
taste had a taste of the airbag cloth
crashed your car through the fence to the wall
lost your poor mom, what a waste, what a cost
I won't embarrass you, white at the funeral
hollow and stupid you, I cannot say i'm sorry at all.
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