I have some bruises that came to be quit simple.
From pushing this gun hard against my temple.
I scream as if to let out all of the hatred.
But I know in the end that I'm the one that made this..
I can't stand to see me even on the good days.
Tryin to kill my self in atleast three different ways.
That way I'm certain that I won't come back.
Drinking acid cause I can't wait for a heart attack.
No I'm ready to go today not in fifty years.
Chuggin' away on sleeping pills and beers.
Dreamin of that time back when i was a baby.
When my momma loved me but now she calls me crazy.
I can take it though because I am tough.
Tough enough to kill this life that is so rough.
I stand on the edge of a building so high.
Fall faster than the tears that I always cry.
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