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I look into the void Nothing left of me Pressure building Jump start my heart please I see so many faults But I don't ******* judge Who the **** am I Just a sinner lying naked under this sun I ********** thinking of you Your skin is so smooth to the touch I wish for you back But I'm out of touch So here I am alone once again With my **** in my hand I'm such a mother ****** Don't make much sense I'll shoot you A drive by coming at you Messed me all up in my head Now I'm wishing you dead I'll huff gasoline to feel numb How the **** did it come to this Now I'm ****** coming undone I paid my soul to the devil Lying through my teeth under this sun Through it all I won't stoop to your level I'll **** it all up with the way I drink Here's how I ******* think **** it all, I can't get up Too many pills, who's to trust Reaching for the nine It would be better if I wasn't around this time A devious smile comes across my face I'll put myself out of my ******* misery Not even God can save me, no ******* grace It's all ******* over, time to let go of this place Find my way into the sky, it's better off if I die
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
Better Off Dead
I look into the void Nothing left of me Pressure building Jump start my heart please I see so many faults But I don't ******* judge Who the **** am I Just a sinner lying naked under this sun I ********** thinking of you Your skin is so smooth to the touch I wish for you back But I'm out of touch So here I am alone once again With my **** in my hand I'm such a mother ****** Don't make much sense I'll shoot you A drive by coming at you Messed me all up in my head Now I'm wishing you dead I'll huff gasoline to feel numb How the **** did it come to this Now I'm ****** coming undone I paid my soul to the devil Lying through my teeth under this sun Through it all I won't stoop to your level I'll **** it all up with the way I drink Here's how I ******* think **** it all, I can't get up Too many pills, who's to trust Reaching for the nine It would be better if I wasn't around this time A devious smile comes across my face I'll put myself out of my ******* misery Not even God can save me, no ******* grace It's all ******* over, time to let go of this place Find my way into the sky, it's better off if I die
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
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