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Damien Styles - Ink therapy (Official Music Video)

Sometimes I get low. Sometimes we all do. I do not promote self harm or unhealthy coping mechanisms. Since the making of this song I’ve found myself a therapist, got completely sober, and began living a healthier lifestyle. I highly encourage everyone who feels the way I express in this song to seek help for themselves in whatever way they see fit. there IS a light at the end of the tunnel. things DO get better. and if you ever need anything you can always reach out to me. Dropout Klub for life. Love you all. listen to the official audio here - https://lnk.to/UnmvfVy8 Follow Damien Styles on all social media platforms (@Itsdamienstyles) TEXT (DROPOUT) to (844) 958-0922 Video Directed & Edited by Dropout Klub™ LYRICS: Hook: If we not in love, can we just pretend? I don’t wanna cut so I tat my skin.  Codependent on all my friends, I want it to end If we not in love, can we just pretend? I don’t wanna cut so I tat my skin.  Feel too much and I want it to end.  Ask me bout my problems, where the fuck i begin? Always wanna talk, so she tell me that I’m toxic.   If you wanna box, homie, catch me in the mosh pit.  This is not no pop music, bitch I’m on some raw shit.  Suicidal thoughts in my mothafuckin office.  Yeah yeah.  Verse: I know that God watching out, I just hope he forgive all my sins. Oh no.  Shawty she don’t wanna fuck me no more she just wanna be friends.  Oh no.  Pour out some liquor for all my loved ones that I can not see no more. I don’t love me no more.  Hook: If we not in love, can we just pretend? I don’t wanna cut so I tat my skin.  Feel too much and I want it to end.   Ask me bout my problems, where the fuck i begin? Always wanna talk, so she tell me that I’m toxic.  If you wanna box, homie, catch me in the mosh pit.  This is not no pop music, bitch I’m on some raw shit.  Suicidal thoughts in my mothafuckin office.  Yeah yeah.   Verse:  She don’t want nothing to do with me.  I know imma problem, the industry probably thanking God that there ain’t two of me.  Too much to handle, I guess that’s the price I pay for being true to me.  That ain’t what they say it’s cool for the youth to be, is it? I gotta vision that one day I won’t wanna die, but for now I look her in the eyes and I ask.. Hook: If we not in love, can we just pretend? I don’t wanna cut so I tat my skin.  Feel too much and I want it to end.  Ask me bout my problems, where the fuck i begin? Always wanna talk, so she tell me that I’m toxic.   If you wanna box, homie, catch me in the mosh pit.  This is not no pop music, bitch I’m on some raw shit.  Suicidal thoughts in my mothafuckin office.  Yeah yeah.