he was looking at photographsI see dead people

    Where the hell tha come from

Ya gotta fuck with my head

he was talking to himself

Keep tha knee on my neck whadaya expect

                                                 Hell  Youre the one lookin at pictures

I shoud be able to look atem without you reminding me some  many    are dead

    Reality

I shoud be able to defer reality

Defer

              At your own risktheyre dead   How hard is tha to accept

Memories  Startling fresh

Your memori . .

. . Mine 

             Still raw  fresh

Oozin

Not everyone is you an youre heaping on me

                                                 I want the   healing  scab   I want to   let go

Yawont let me

Ive nothing to do with tha  Ya don have to relatebond with me

                                                                   Let  go

Ya wont

    No

Im good

             Doesnt affect me as it affects you

I cant

Thas on you 

                Not me    

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