Hotline

I’m your suicide hotline Baby, I’m your lifeline Always there Any place, any time But I don’t want to be Your hotline anymore Because every time you call I feel myself hit the floor I spent so long saving you I forgot to save myself Put all my broken pieces On somebody else’s shelf Ring Ring Ring My hotline’s calling But I can’t make it in time Looks like while I was saving you Nobody was saving mine

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