too intrusive to be true

let’s both play a game of truth, you can tell me lies

and i won’t know because i can’t look you in the eyes

suicide is dangerous

because i will die alone

so please just shoot me in the head and hold my hand before i go

and i hope i rot in hell

and i hope i rot in jail

and i hope my death is celebrated

and let’s go back to the hotel

i can crumble in the bathroom

drink wine that’s mixed with ****

and i wanna hear you in the bedroom

so i can remind myself that nobody will miss me.

i hope i rot in hell

i hope i rot in jail

these thoughts that i have are enough

to excuse my ****** in the court

please just say it was self defense

please make it make sense.

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