The poison in my soul makes me feel old. It makes me feel so cold. The poisons in my mind, makin' me blind, make me so unkind. The poison in your eyes when you said goodbye tonight makes me wanna fight.
Ease up. Ease up on me. Help me see things the way they used to be. Help me be the man you know I wanna be.
These things I can't give up. The toxins in this cup. I know your mind's made up. It's so hard to forget all the things that I regret. I haven't succeeded yet. Is there some medicine for my latest binge? For my latest sin?
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