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No interest to breathe |
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Heart too numb to beat |
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Too late to resuscitate the living dead |
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Hasn't slept in days |
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Drunk, hallucinates |
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And for a moment everything seems worthwhile |
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Unplugging from it all |
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Waiting for the fall to end it all |
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So frustrated and long-gone to a bitter place |
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He never made it |
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Painted his yesterdays with songs of suicide |
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Buried alive |
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Tired and jaded of the hell he can't erase |
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They never faded away |
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Those empty days he never could abide |
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Buried alive |
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Feeling less and less |
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Safe in loneliness |
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Self-esteem drowned in a bottle |
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Dressed in apathy |
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Flushed out sanity |
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The countdown of his days is down to zero |
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Letting go of it all |
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Waiting for the fall to end it all |
