Counter-Strike 2

Counter-Strike 2

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Broken cigarettes and bullet holes - one more to the chest and I'm alone.
By Kittylele
Nothing gets me any higher and nothing ever will.
   
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I'm home...
Got a head full of spiders
And a heart that isn't here
In a room full of liars
All my demons reappear

Tell the preacher not to pray
There's no angels where I go
Only pieces that I broke and
Scattered dreams across the globe

Tried to stay sober, tried to stay clean
Wake me when it's over, like a bad dream
No ones gonna worry, notice when I'm gone
They wouldn't know I'm missing
Til' they pull me out The Mystic