In those slippery roads of waste and scorn
I loose myself in all the thorn
I want to be good and even better
But the person within knows better
I think the truth but choose the worse
I know it's wrong but I want it in my purse
I trip, I fall, I'm in ruin
If I refused, would have skipped the ruin
Help me SAY NO
Save me from myself, the me i do not know.
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