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Rage

Whiskey breath, foggy eyes, whatís the point, I pass the time
Canít feel my faceÖÖ check my pulse, just in case
Long facesÖÖ...unfamiliar places, I don't ever feel right
surrounded by some sort of kryptonite
Wake up, cold sweat, now Iím reaching for a cigarette
Mental state on a steady decline, not much I donít regret
Wish I could rewind, Ain't no way to calm the demons in my mind, yeah they don't ever sleep
Sometimes I wanna be six feet deep.
Canít escape this rage, my troubles they follow
Staring down a twelve gauge, have I always felt this hollow?
 
Chorus:  
 
OOOOHHHH ÖÖ..you wouldnít believe the things I overhear
I gotta get out of here,  gotta get out of here
Something tells me I wonít live to see next year
Suicidal tendencies paired with substance dependencies  
It wonít be long till I disappear
 
Lost my mind a long time ago, wanna run away, maybe colorado
Miles from town, where thereís no one around, is where Iíd settle down, My own frontier, somewhere I donít need the whiskey to numb my fears.  
Or maybe a cabin outside aspen, somewhere near a stream, where nobody can hear my screams
Why does everybody wanna get in my mind? Donít talk to me, yes Iím fine
Tell myself I donít need them anyway, why do I need drugs just to get me through the day?
Too high, canít ever come down, pills and mary janeÖÖ.. No match for the demons that curse myyyy brain  
donít want to let you down, Iím sorry for all this pain
 
Chorus:  
 
OOOOHHHH ÖÖ..you wouldnít believe the things I overhear
I gotta get out of here, gotta get out of here
Something tells me I wonít live to see next year
Suicidal tendencies paired with substance dependencies  
It wonít be long till I disappear
 
 
 
EDisnotme
Written by EDisnotme
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imagine a sadish guitar playing, wish I knew how to play.
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