| Frustration is getting the best of me
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| Trying to die isn’t easy as it seems
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| I throw myself from the tip of my brain
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| Why is it so easy for Thursdays to get?
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| And to think of you always, so covers the nation
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| Now I’ll take the plunge with no hesitation
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| Because there’s only so much that one man can give
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| I stand here empty-handed with no reason to live
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| Depression
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| Depression
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| Depression
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| Depression
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| Well, they say that every dog has its game
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| But the obituaries never print my name
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| So I’m forced to decide my own extermination
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| Whatever the cause, I will learn my lesson
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| I feel this pain in the back of my stomach
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| But pain is so great, it’s hard for me not to love it
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| When hard social maggots starting to devour
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| Our game by our game, hour by hour
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| Depression
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| Depression
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| Depression
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| Depression
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| Depression
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| Put me out of my misery
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| If you call yourself a friend
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| Put me out of my misery
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| Put a bullet in my head
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| True friends don’t let true friends suffer
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| Punk, don’t let it to my brain
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| Every night I pray to mother
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| Come to me and ease the pain
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| Put me out of my misery
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| If you call yourself a friend
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| Put me out of my misery
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| Put a bullet in my head |