I was dealt a pretty shit hand
Might’ve played the wrong cards
So I tried to fold
But no
That wasn’t possible
I need some bliss
Synthetic or not I don’t give a shit
I’m not an addict
I just really wanna make it till tomorrow
Every step I walk
Every breath I take
Drowned in a need for euphoria
It’s my fault
I chose this
I really fucked it up again
I need some bliss
Synthetic or not I don’t give a shit
I’m not an addict
I just really wanna make it till tomorrow
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