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I gotta stop picking fights
With the ghosts of my
While I'm rolling with the
I'm not sure how I'm gonna last

salt on the open wound
Love the ones hurt you, say

I really stop picking fights
Or I'm gonna this

Every decision brings a vision of went wrong
Down rounds to play with

These haunting me
I'm to think it's my life
Flashing before my
Every man in a is carrying a scythe and creeping
In the of my eye

I gotta stop picking fights
Now the specters are
But I'm through the bruises, cuts and blood
Laughing and

Pour on the open wound
Love the ones that you, say

We are not let it go

These haunting me
I'm starting to it's my life
before my eyes
Every man in a hood is carrying a and creeping
In the of my eye