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HAUNT YOU
YOU CANT AVOID DEATH
YOU CANT AVOID HURT
YOU CANT SAVE THE WEAK
YOU CANT FIX THE BROKEN
YOU CANT SAVE PEOPLE IF YOU CANT SAVE YOURSELF
IN MY CASE,
AN OVERDOSE
A DEEP CUT ON THE WRIST AND MY PAIN IS WEAKENED
ONLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE THOUGH
BUT AS I SWALLOW THESE PILLS
FALL OF THE CHAIR WITH A ROPE AROUND MY NECK
FALL WITH A KNIFE AT MY NECK
I BRING THE CIGARETTE TO MY LIPS
FUCK YOU WORLD
ILL DIE BUT ILL BE A LOST SOUL
AND ILL HAUNT YOU
YOU CANT AVOID HURT
YOU CANT SAVE THE WEAK
YOU CANT FIX THE BROKEN
YOU CANT SAVE PEOPLE IF YOU CANT SAVE YOURSELF
IN MY CASE,
AN OVERDOSE
A DEEP CUT ON THE WRIST AND MY PAIN IS WEAKENED
ONLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE THOUGH
BUT AS I SWALLOW THESE PILLS
FALL OF THE CHAIR WITH A ROPE AROUND MY NECK
FALL WITH A KNIFE AT MY NECK
I BRING THE CIGARETTE TO MY LIPS
FUCK YOU WORLD
ILL DIE BUT ILL BE A LOST SOUL
AND ILL HAUNT YOU
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