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I've blown my head off pillows don't feel soft and you wonder why my stomach is in knots I try to think healthy thoughts I slap my face try to embrace this taste but you taste so bitter I've painted skies red black and blue me too and you wonder why my stomach is in knots I try to think healthy thoughts I slap my face try to embrace this taste but you taste so bitter I can't deal with my stress unless a joint's there for comfort I confess I'm a mess my chest is no less sunburnt this is a test and I don't need your sympathy swear to god I'm a match away from blowing smoke in your face my stomach is in knots I try to think healthy thoughts I slap my face try to embrace this taste but you taste so bitter From Letras Mania