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 Driven  even I can read
  want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
 Taking medications, in the back of  room
 Driven  he died in June.
 
 See the stab wounds  his hands
 See him dying in his 
 He's  in his room
 He's  in his room
 Heading for me, heading  way
 He is  I don't care
 
 Wouldn't want to  it, well I don't mind
 Giving conversations to a friend of 
 Giving medications,  a lighted room
 Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I 
 
 See the stab  in his hands
 You  him, I don't care
 Keep a  you would too
 Keep a promise, even 
 See the silence  his head
  is coming, I don't care
 
 We're not  make it, well I don't mind
 Wouldn't  to fake it, but I have this time
 Giving conversations, to whom they  know
 Taking medications till my  full.
 
 See a famine  his head
 See  coming at their heels
 He loves you, give  a chance
 I don't love him, I  care
 See him starving, give  hell
 It is  we don't care