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It's hard to explain. What's wrong with my brain? Even my loved ones have called me insane. I feel like I'm numb, I'm seeking some pain. I just bought a gun, I'm Tommy Cobain. I'm already dead, I'm dying again. Admire the beauty — my lifeless remains. I'm going to hell, but I cannot complain. 'Cause hell may be hot, but at least there's no rain. I'm cutting my losses, I'm dying in vain. Awaited some changes, but all was the same. I'm broke in the heart, and it's looking for change. I envy the joy that I cannot attain.
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Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
Tommy Cobain
It's hard to explain. What's wrong with my brain? Even my loved ones have called me insane. I feel like I'm numb, I'm seeking some pain. I just bought a gun, I'm Tommy Cobain. I'm already dead, I'm dying again. Admire the beauty — my lifeless remains. I'm going to hell, but I cannot complain. 'Cause hell may be hot, but at least there's no rain. I'm cutting my losses, I'm dying in vain. Awaited some changes, but all was the same. I'm broke in the heart, and it's looking for change. I envy the joy that I cannot attain.
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Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
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