In believing that all that shit is gonna heal your soul.
You hit the drink, you take a toke, watch the past go up in smoke.
Fake a smile, lie and say that, You're better now than ever, and your life's okay.
When it's not, but you're doing all these things out of desperation,
In believing that all that shit is gonna heal your soul. Well it's not,
You're going through six degrees of separation.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart,
It's gonna kill you that's the second part.
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle,
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself.
Fifth, you see them out with someone else.
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.
Fake a smile, lie and say that, You're better now than ever, and your life's okay.
When it's not, but you're doing all these things out of desperation,
In believing that all that shit is gonna heal your soul. Well it's not,
You're going through six degrees of separation.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart,
It's gonna kill you that's the second part.
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle,
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself.
Fifth, you see them out with someone else.
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.
No there's no starting over, without finding closure,
you'd take them back, no hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation.
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