Cough Syrup/FlyMature

Life's too short to even care at all
So make a stand, stand up tall
Losing my mind, losing control

People in the crowd, they're staring at me
Hate in their eyes, bad memories
They haunt my dreams 

It's all fun and games until it's not
Maybe it's time that I forgot 
If I could find a way, to see this straight
I'd run away to some fortune that I
should have found by now 

Me against them 
Me against enemies
Me against friends
Life's too short 
They all become one,
sea full of sharks and they all smell blood

I came to win, to thrive, to conquer, to survive 

The End

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