I’m gonna hate myself in a minute
the addiction’s too strong
it’s been more than four days
and I still can’t cope

I still can’t cope

I need my crutch I need my blanket
I’m so nervous I’m so antsy
I need one more I need one more
I need one more I need one more
I’m gonna crack I’m gonna crack

I can’t deal with this stress, no
I can’t tell you how I feel
just sitting here it’s all I can think about
I don’t want to let you down
no, I don’t want to be addicted

everyone’s so proud of me
and I’m sorry that I’m gonna let you down
and I’m sorry that I am weak
and I’m sorry that I’m a slave
a fucking slave

I don’t want to let you down
I don’t want to be addicted
I don’t want to be weak
I don’t want to be a slave
a slave, a slave, a fucking...

I don’t want to die early
I don’t want to rot my insides
I don’t want to waste my money
I don’t want to sell my soul to
Philip Morris, so fuck you Philip Morris

everyone is so proud of me
and I’m sorry that I’m gonna let you down
and I’m sorry that I am weak
and I’m sorry that I’m a slave

I can’t win, I can’t win, I can’t win...
I can’t...
I can’t fucking win!

I don’t want to die early
I don’t want to rot my insides
I don’t want to waste my money
I don’t want to sell my soul to
Philip Morris, so fuck you!


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