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miércoles, 12 de octubre de 2011

Suicide Note.

Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take
the pain away 

Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot
see inside yours and mine 

When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me
breathe
, for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time

Would you look at me now? 
Can you tell I'm a man? 
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night 
Try to die again.....

Forever fooling, free and using, sliding down the
slide that breaks a will
Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are
you to regress unfulfilled
? It's a damn shame,
but who's to blame? 

When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me
breathe
, for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time

Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man? 

With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again 
Try to die again, try to live through this night 
Try to die again..... 

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