1+2=0

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 One more torn out page
 One more empty pen
 One more lonely stage
 One more lost friend
 One more failed dream
 One more last try
 One more broken human being who can't even cry
 One more beer
 One more cigarette
 One more fear and
 One more regret
 One more don't stop
 One more forever
 One more can't stop
 One more whatever
 One more problem
 One more addiction
 One more won't solve them
 One more will just mix them
 One more girlfriend
 One more break up
 One more time the world's gonna end before you just wake up
 One more true love
 One more enemy
 One more word that drew blood but it won't be the end of me
 One more stitch
 One more bandage
 One more rip, before it does damage
 One more scab
 One more scar
 One more stab to the person you don't even know who you are
 One more love is a heart waiting to be broke
 One more song is just another song that I wrote
 One more punch to my face
 Two more bullets in my back
 No love, I'm still standing, I'm still standing here
 Two more torn out pages
 Two more empty pens
 Two more locked cages
 Two more distant friends
 Two more failed dreams
 Two more goals
 Two more broken wings
 Two more shattered souls
 Two more shots
 Two more blunts
 Two more too much to stop
 Two more too many months
 Two more pills
 Two more in the trash
 Two more will kill cause
 Two more goes too fast
 Two more broken knees
 Two more collapsed lungs
 Two more minutes of silence please before you stab me with your tongue
 Two more lovers
 Two more lips
 Two more couples not using them on each other so betrayl they kiss
 Two more enemies
 Two more hereos
 Two more isnt the remedy
 Two more minus
 Two more is zero
 Two more eyes, filled with
 Two more tears
 Two more people cry after holding it in for
 Two more years
 Two more people die
 Two more ain't always there
 Two more questions asking why but you'll always have
 Two more ears that'll listen and hear
 You'll always have my ears that'll listen and hear
 Two more hundred cuts
 Two more stitches
 Two more who gives a fuck
 Two more won't fix it
 Two more wasted minutes
 Two more steps
 Two more broken limits
 Two more regrets
 Two more hopeless people writing their last notes
 Two more songs is just
 Two more songs that I wrote
 One more punch to my face
 Two more bullets in my back
 No more love, I'm still standing, I'm still standing here
 No more torn out pages
 No more empty pens
 No more fucked up days
 No more fucked up friends
 No more failed dreams
 No more people try
 No more people sing
 No more people act alive
 No more drugs
 No more lies
 No more love
 No more reason to cry
 No more hate
 No more jealousy
 No more snakes cause the whole time the villain was me
 No more religion
 No more death
 No more materialism
 No more thing left
 No more heartbreak
 No more dissapointing journies but if there's
 No more mistakes then there's
 No more learning
 No more nemesis
 No more hero
 No more isnt the genesis
 No more means zero
 No more tears and
 No more agony
 No more fear
 No more knives in my back stabbing me
 No more stitches
 No more cuts
 No more forgiveness, that's why we feel stuck
 No more non-fiction
 No more reality
 No more addictions and people acting cowardly
 No more depression
 No more frowns
 No more stress
 No more people holding me down
 No more music
 No more hope
 But if there were no more songs this wouldn't have been a song that I wrote
 This isnt a song that I wrote
 This isnt the end of an album
 It's okay, it's just music, be happy