| I woke up so damned depressed, there’s a handgun in the drawer
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| I’m kinda feeling dark again, found a hangman by my door
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| It’s another black dark morning, I can’t take many more
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| There’s nothing here worth fighting for
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| Mama used to worry, «Son, take care of your mental health»
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| Don’t remember where I left it, picking dust up on the shelf
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| God waits for me on the other side, at least that’s what I tell myself
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| I’ve got nothing here worth staying for
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| I aspired to something greatr
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| What I expected, I don’t know
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| I usd to be a fighter
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| Now I’m just a victim of the ebb and flow
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| Lookin' forward to the silence, when I cut my radio
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| As I kneel down broken on the floor
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| The voice in my car stereo says the road is gonna drop
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| There’s a dead end sign in front of me, managed by a godless cop
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| It gets so bad sometimes, I just want it all to stop
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| There’s nothing here worth living for
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| I’m kneeling to the stronger force, bracing for the blow
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| I see the traces of a fire, burned out long ago
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| I packed my bags I’m ready, for the great last picture show
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| It’s nationwide not suicide manifesto |