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So the walls are closing in to sufficate you |
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Like you're trapped and flailing blindly in a garbage bag |
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You're sinking in a tar pit like a saber tooth... |
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You struggle but the blackness sticks to you |
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Like a disease that you can't wash off |
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So you go into the kichen for acarving knife |
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But you've tried to cut it out before |
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It only left you hurting more |
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I still believe in you |
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I hope that you'll pull through |
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Don't let this moment last |
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Let's put it in the past |
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If you believe in me |
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Sit down and try to braethe |
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Let this dark moment go |
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Turn back to the you |
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I know You're convinced your friends are hatching plots against you |
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And your family conspires to watch your misery |
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Everyone keeps saying it's just chemical |
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Can't they see that chemicals are killing you? |
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Just as surely as heart failure |
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Why not another failure now you're on a roll |
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Odd that the thought of dying makes you cry |
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When all you dream about is suicide |
