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Suicide Artist
Yesterday is no more,
it's time has ended,
today is only here
for as long as I wake
and tomorrow,
well tomorrow may not come
if I fall
asleep.
You see,
this life is full
of highs and lows,
and half the time
I can barely stand up
to catch my own breath.
Torn between sobriety,
I can see the car lights
flashing
as I beat my hands
against my chest.
Running from blackouts,
fighting with demons
trying to escape my flesh.
What is it that keeps me here,
when I have nothing left
but empty bottles,
and a lit cigarette?
it's time has ended,
today is only here
for as long as I wake
and tomorrow,
well tomorrow may not come
if I fall
asleep.
You see,
this life is full
of highs and lows,
and half the time
I can barely stand up
to catch my own breath.
Torn between sobriety,
I can see the car lights
flashing
as I beat my hands
against my chest.
Running from blackouts,
fighting with demons
trying to escape my flesh.
What is it that keeps me here,
when I have nothing left
but empty bottles,
and a lit cigarette?
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