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Untitled To be honest, i dont know why i wrote this, it just came to me, so i dont acctually have a title.... i will call it "Untitled".... Im not sure what to do, i knew this would happen, Right on cue, ive taken these steps before, into the blue And now im drunk from a view so vague, So now i sink into my pew and now i pray your you. i dont know how i would cope, if i lost you to the dope, i would surely mope, thinking that there is no hope, for me to help you get off the dope, i wouldn't have enough soap, to get you both cleaned of dope. ive thought of using a rope, because i've lost all hope, because i know im hopeless, and i feel useless to you, your reminding me more and more of her, every torn heart and blood shot eye. now i lay here scared of you, now i lay here scared of loosing you, now i lay here scared of loosing you sooner and sooner, now i lay here scared of loosing you tonight, now i lay here scared of loosing myself tonight, now i lay here scared of loosing myself tonight in the fight, now i lay here scared of loosing myself tonight in our fight, now i lay here scared of loosing myself tonight in her fight, now i lay here scared of loosing myself tonight in there fight, now ive lost myself, i lost the fight... you were so right.