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My hand touches the bottle as my lip starts quivering.  My arm flies back, knocking over bottles of liquor and pain pills.

"What did I do to deserve this...?"  I sob every day.

My bones are aching, my back is fractured...  My face is a muddy mess...  It looks like old shit had been put into a blender...  But I remember that it's my face.

Under the bandages, there was a handsome, young, man underneath.  Now when I look..  I see what happened.

I remember the days as they passed me by.  The glass hitting my face, and the bullets going through my lips and eyes.  It hurts so badly sometimes, I just fall asleep.

There's silence, because I don't wake up.

When I wake up I stumble a little, not remembering where I am.  I just walk on down to the record store, crying on my way.  Because I think about a list...  I feel like I'm not on it.  Cobb offers me a drink when I'm sad.  Or a little kitten to keep me company.  They run.

I go on down to Fitzpatrick's.  He's a close man, always helping me.  What could I do without you, Kyle.

I still don't end up getting anywhere.  Sometimes I just fall...  The phone lines are breaking up and are just straight-static.

Now you what it's like to be fool....

Waiting for someone to save him......

-Hector Rodriguez

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My hand touches the bottle as my lip starts quivering.  My arm flies back, knocking over bottles of liquor and pain pills.

"What did I do to deserve this...?"  I sob every day.

My bones are aching, my back is fractured...  My face is a muddy mess...  It looks like old shit had been put into a blender...  But I remember that it's my face.

Under the bandages, there was a handsome, young, man underneath.  Now when I look..  I see what happened.

I remember the days as they passed me by.  The glass hitting my face, and the bullets going through my lips and eyes.  It hurts so badly sometimes, I just fall asleep.

There's silence, because I don't wake up.

When I wake up I stumble a little, not remembering where I am.  I just walk on down to the record store, crying on my way.  Because I think about a list...  I feel like I'm not on it.  Cobb offers me a drink when I'm sad.  Or a little kitten to keep me company.  They run.

I go on down to Fitzpatrick's.  He's a close man, always helping me.  What could I do without you, Kyle.

I still don't end up getting anywhere.  Sometimes I just fall...  The phone lines are breaking up and are just straight-static.

Now you what it's like to be fool....

Waiting for someone to save him......

-Hector Rodriguez