I've got a choke chain, made from your pain,
And I can't feel it at all,
I'd say I'm coming apart, and you'll act smart,
Until I fall.
You need some damn rest, but you'll plead no contest,
I was just sticking up for my friend.
It's a lost fight, it's not half right,
But I'll still defend.
We were on the phone, but I'm still alone,
Getting sick of this place.
I want to leave, to get some relief.
But i'm stuck in disgrace.
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