• Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere
    Only motivation for what the dealer's supplying
    That rush, that drug, that dope
    Those pills, that crumb, that roach
    Thinkin' I would never do that, not that drug
    and growing up nobody ever does
    Until your stuck, lookin' in the mirror like I can't believe what I've become
    Swore I was goin' to be someone
    And growing up everyone always does
    We sell our dreams and our potential
    To escape through that buzz

    Song: Otherside
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