I tread a troubled track...
my odds are stacked....
[broken hearted, drug addicted, bulimic]
I'll go back to black
we only said goodbye with words....
I died 100 times...
I go back to black...
life is like a pipe....
and I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside.
[her life spiraling out of control / crack addiction]
We only said goodbye with words.
[long live Amy Winehouse through your music]





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