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Sometimes I think back to when we had no clue that we were wasted youth Who the fuck cares bout the things that we used to do? Scars on my back Head to toe black Tattoos Look what you made me do You can't talk back but I know you're glad I made it through I'm tryna play catch up With a mind that moves as fast as the last bad love I had And that's too much I'm tryna cope with traumatizing pasts Wake up Make up sex But when was that? I'm tryna wake up and do my best But it's a bitch When the world takes every single piece of happiness And adds that weight up on your chest Bad loss of sleep Anxiety But only in social environments I told the local psychiatrist She married Jane Then arrived with this What she say?... But fuck it it's fun! If we die, we know the only war is won Sometimes I think back to when we had no clue that we were wasted youth Who the fuck cares bout the things that we used to do? Scars on my back Head to toe black Tattoos Look what you made me do You can't talk back but I know you're glad I made it through