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