| Worries turning joys to doubt
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| Death is all I think about
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| I’ve watched my days turn gray
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| I still think of the future
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| But in a different way
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| Torn heart
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| Soul split up in pieces
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| No thoughts but a death wish
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| I’m fucking obsessed with no fucking rest
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| Asendin and Desyrel don’t fucking work it feels like hell
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| I guess I’ll rot
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| Worries turning joys to doubt
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| Death is all I think about
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| I’ve watched my days turn gray
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| I still think of the future
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| But in a different way
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| I know this won’t fade away
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| The problem I can’t solve in any way
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| Imagining the impact
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| Is this bridge to low
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| Will I fall hard enough
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| I need to know
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| Imagining the impact
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| Is this bridge too low
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| If I fall hard enough
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| I need to know
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| Why
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| It’s all a tragedy from start to finish
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| So fucking drown it down with pints and spirits
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| 3 AM and the crowd goes home
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| I’m venting vomit fucking crying all alone
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| Worries turning joys to doubt
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| Death is all I think about
|
| I’ve watched my days turn gray
|
| I still think of the future
|
| But in a different way
|
| I’m fucking obsessed with no fucking rest
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| Asendin and Desyrel don’t fucking work it feels like hell |