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Dec 2011
Got a gun pointed at my head
(Now pull the trigger)
Got a razor at my wrist
(Dig deep and cut)
Got a noose around my neck
(Gonna pull it tight)
Got a fist full of pills
(Now grab me a beer)

I WON’T MAKE IT
I CAN’T TAKE THIS
I WILL END THIS
I WON’T MAKE IT

Got a gun pointed at my head
(Now pull the trigger)
Got a razor at my wrist
(Dig deep and cut)
Got a noose around my neck
(Gonna pull it tight)
Got a fist full of pills
(Now give me a beer)

I WON’T MAKE IT
I CAN’T TAKE THIS
I WILL END THIS
I WON’T MAKE IT

I WON'T MAKE IT
I CAN’T TAKE THIS
I WILL END THIS
I WON’T MAKE IT

I won’t leave a note
This won’t be a joke
I won’t leave a note
You’ll never know
I won’t leave a note
It’s time for me to go

I WON’T MAKE IT
I CAN’T TAKE THIS
I WILL END THIS

I WON’T MAKE IT
I WON’T MAKE IT
I WON’T MAKE IT
I WILL END THIS
I WILL END THIS

I WILL END…
garage rock song about suicide
Brandon
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