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I know I'm messing upI got this scar on my arm to really prove itI know this window's toughBut can it stop a body from falling through it?I know I'm going downI really think I'm doneCause you know it's about time that gravity met this ginWrap it up with duct tape and lay me outI know I'm messing upWith a topic that's surely gonna piss you offI know my timing sucksAnd the way I slur my words, I don't mean itBut oh, I'm thinking way too muchIf I could shut this offI'd be a better man, I'd learn to step it upYes, I'm coming up shortWhat we need isn't a storyBut someone younger just to sell it to.The Mission sucked me upThe nights I never came homeAnd weekends, the warriors, they never gotta prove itThey can dry out with the sunThen sit around with the kids in some kitchen or some bathroomI'll be mumbling when I finally hit the ground From Letras Mania