Find the vein, purse my lips, trace the cracks on my hips.
Live the life to hide the pain, nothing to lose nothing to gain.
Woah is me I cannot see through the fog of memory.
Sometimes here, sometimes there..
But not a tear left to spare.
They've all been shed all for myself, as i suffer from mental health.
No one understands or even cares, my woahs always catch them unawares.
So ill find the vein and purse my lips and trace the cracks on my hips.
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