This toxic wasteland
I live in
This toxic broken
Relationship
I was born
a gutter child
I lived 30 years
In denial
I took myself
To the counselor
He said, little girl?
But are you sure?
You're thirty years
And gaining more
Every day
You live in here
This toxic wasteland
I live in
It's getting into
My thin skin
Slowly poisoned
From within
Will I get better
Or will I get worse
Will I find myself
A hearse?
Oh, Take me far
Away from here
Black Dressed
Night chauffeur
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