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Take your memories and roll them into a cigarette
You'll smoke it then toss it but the damage still remains
And you'll ask for your money back cause now it hurts to breathe
And your bedroom smells like smoke so your mother knows
Cindy she asked me to change my sheets
You could see all the stains; blood, cum and tears
So you laid on my chest instead of my bed
And you asked me to breathe slower so you could rest
But the cancer made it impossible
Please let me sleep, let me die in peace
I said: "Quit asking for everything, quit begging me to change."
Think, narcissism is better than hate
When I am in your memories
I hope I'm more than yellow teeth
More than potential
More than whorehouse slack
When I am in your memories
I hope I'm a serenade
A memory that's filled with love
And not misery
But she wrote: "Death would be mercy, just let me go."
"Why can't he move on, why can't he leave?"
So ask him to change, become a better man
But his way is how he's raised
When I am in your memories
I hope you'll hope that I've done well
When I am in your memories
I hope I'm in your memories