Bloody knuckles to match a bleeding heart,
Pouring wrists to match the leaky eyes.
Collapsed in the corner knowing this isn't even the worst part,
Knowing that it's all just nothing but lies.
Swallow six valium and chase them with Jack,
Smoke another cigarette, Damn that's the third pack.
Stare at the wall until thing start to make sense, the sun goes down and still everything is dense.
I think it's time to die, I think the end is near. I think that once it's done everything will become clear.
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