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People don't trust me with weapons
I ain't hurtin nobody but myself
I get so fed up with existing
That I can't help but hurt myself
But don't follow me
Im just a kid
Who doesn't have
A place to live
My hands are tied
Behind my back
Every day
My lungs collapse
The thought of you
Is haunting me
Every time
I try to sleep
The ghost of you
And everything
I'm stuck inside
The memory
And that's why
People don't trust me with weapons
I ain't hurtin nobody but myself
I get so fed up with existing
That I can't help but hurt myself
And thats why
People don't trust me with weapons
But I ain't hurtin nobody else
I ain't hurtin nobody but myself
Written by: Jeremy Thomas Vanlandingham
