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die
Last july I wanted to die
I grabbed a rope and gave it a try
I stepped off the chair it wasn’t fair
The rope went snap and I felt like crap
It drove me insane I needed to feel pain
So I got a knife wanting to end my life
It went acrosed my wrist I was getting pissed
I bled and bled but im still not dead
I needed something that kills I found some pills
I swallowed them all and started to fall
I cant die I wonder why
Lets get a gun and have some fun
A bullet to the head ill surly be dead
I grabbed a rope and gave it a try
I stepped off the chair it wasn’t fair
The rope went snap and I felt like crap
It drove me insane I needed to feel pain
So I got a knife wanting to end my life
It went acrosed my wrist I was getting pissed
I bled and bled but im still not dead
I needed something that kills I found some pills
I swallowed them all and started to fall
I cant die I wonder why
Lets get a gun and have some fun
A bullet to the head ill surly be dead
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