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Me myself I'm all alone ,full of pain and imperfections My Broken soul it tends to roam aimlessly with no direction Just a Dead man walking ,I'm the killa and the weapon Hold up wait ,what he say ,was that a suicide confession Are you alright,you'll be okay that's what they say but they not stressin What I feel when I get low it's hard to deal with this depression People come and always go never a genuine connection