| It’s live alone and die
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| With my heart on the outside
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| It’s live alone and die
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| The choice of caskets threw me and left an empty reject
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| Made from missing mothers
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| I am now a defect
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| It’s live alone and die
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| Quarter life lived, I’m a shell with no inside
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| Crying out for help but yeah, you don’t realise
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| Years of pain and torment have you looked in my eyes?
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| Jump the lonely queue, bones hard to find
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| Okay you say? |
| You’ve lost reality this day (no progress)
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| When there’s nothing left to pretend, I’ve found I’m in love with my depression
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| I pick myself up off the bathroom floor
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| Grit my fucking teeth, then put my head through the concrete wall
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| I pick myself up off the bathroom floor
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| Grit my fucking teeth, then put my head through the concrete wall
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| I’m sorry, it’s lonely, spending your time with me
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| Time flies preincarnated
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| Theories of gauchais reactions
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| I’ve got nothing to hold me
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| Time flies preincarnated
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| Theories of gauchais reactions
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| I’ve got nothing to let go
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| Silence it’s violence
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| To a man with no vices
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| I’ve got nothing to let go
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| Time flies preincarnated
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| Theories of gauchais reactions
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| I’ve got nothing to hold me
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| Let me go
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| Tilt and grow
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| Let me go
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| I’m about to let go
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| Tilt and grow
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| Let me go
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| Tilt and grow
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| I pick myself up off the bathroom floor
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| Grit my teeth look me up, I’m, #104
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| Maybe I should just you know.
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| Click back, barrel to the head?
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| Maybe wrap some wire around the neck? |
| Suicide mosaic, make art with me
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| God without you I’m so lonely |