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Suicidal Thoughts
Suicidal Thoughts
Running through my mind like a nigga running from the cops.
Knife to my wrist, pressed oh so tightly.
Watching the blood drip down as the pain drips away.
No one to love, no one to love me.
All there is to do is to think that suicidal shit.
Suicidal thoughts.
Running through my veins like a nigga shot up on heroin.
Like a nigga fening for dope.
I'm fening for hope.
The smell of gasoline filling my nose up.
Smoke starts to hug my lungs.
I didn't think I could feel so free of misery.
As I watch the pain and memories burn away.
I think to my self...man what a day.
With nothing more to say.
I sit and wait.
For the suicidal thoughts to disintegrate.
-Tyler Duhon
Running through my mind like a nigga running from the cops.
Knife to my wrist, pressed oh so tightly.
Watching the blood drip down as the pain drips away.
No one to love, no one to love me.
All there is to do is to think that suicidal shit.
Suicidal thoughts.
Running through my veins like a nigga shot up on heroin.
Like a nigga fening for dope.
I'm fening for hope.
The smell of gasoline filling my nose up.
Smoke starts to hug my lungs.
I didn't think I could feel so free of misery.
As I watch the pain and memories burn away.
I think to my self...man what a day.
With nothing more to say.
I sit and wait.
For the suicidal thoughts to disintegrate.
-Tyler Duhon
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