The Lives Of The Broken

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Tie a rope

Hang yourself, by your throat

You say to yourself, as your all alone

Grab a blade

Watch your vision fade

This fate is what you made

You see in the mirror as your feelings have grown

Open your bottles, pop the pills

As you fall, everyone shrills

You hear in the distance

No one notices you existence

Drink the blood, grab a gun

Blow out your brains, have some fun

You think to yourself as you lay here restless

She took your heart and left you breathless

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