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Yeah, I don't wanna talk

Never trustin' anyone now

I don't wanna fall 'cause they're plottin' on me

And you know what's so frightenin'?

I don't really care if I gotta get violent

I'm sick of all these fake smiles and drama

Yeah, they try to be my friend for the comma's

And I'm sick of all these headaches and problems

Yeah, I wish that it would change, but it's out of my hands now

Yeah, I swear my past always fillin' me with dread

Some friends think I'm better off dead

But can you even call 'em friends if they're plottin' on you?