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Self Paint By Numbers

a bittersweet ditty About an ex-girlfriend But why bother with painful memories? Why tear out my heart for all the world to see? Why not paint by number

A bittersweet ditty 'bout an ex-girlfriend So why bother with painful memories? Why tear out my heart for all the world to see? Why not paint by number

' to say And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up And find yourself in an existential quandry, Full of loathing and self-doubt And wracked with the pain

you go Ashes and snowfalls, I wonder when the roll call For heaven gon' come, forever gon' come It's a cold world and I can never go numb Look fear

receives the prize that was promised By all those fairy tales that drugged us And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely No laurel tree, just green envy Will my number

, tellin' y'all to live wit this I coulda had you in the bank now you lost ya rank you should blame only ya'self ya self today you know me hate to have

on a goal i'm under and going down Fooled by the foam setting himself free but the saltwater chokes robbing him of his feed he's growling numb to this

woulda minded my own business, n not let things get fucked, Up, I woulda gone to church, maybe become a saint, Erased this so-called picture we paint,

't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordily ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers