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Sep 2015
Gone too far and yeah, I'm gone again,
It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends,
I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends,
One's a bottle of pills, one's a bottle of gin,
I'm 20 stories up, yeah, I'm up at the top,
I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off,
Asphalt to me has never looked so soft,
I bet my mamma found my letter, now she's calling the cops,
I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it,
'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance,
Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent,
'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is,
I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife,
But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice,
I never bought a suit before in my life,
But when you go to meet God, you know you wanna look nice.
hollywood undead
Written by
roland chace roberts  West virginia
(West virginia)   
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