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When you reach rock bottom There's not much that can help The drugs are never enough You've reached a personal hell That's how I was And I've got a story to tell About my journey to the demon
  What is this, that falls from my face This wetness. This pain. This glory. This confusion. This worry. This scariness.
Silent tears fall streaming down my face rushing over your shoulder and breaking at you from within. You watched the pain in my eyes my voice and my body
I need relief release to let it go and be set free I need the pain to fade the confusion to vanish but most of all I need you.
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