Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide
Watch his body lay flat no regret
What he gets for talkin' all that fucking shit, oh I'm a mess
Thinking 'bout just cutting deep into my chest, I don't rest
Screaming voice in my head
These ficking voices in my head making me break down
I can't leave my house without bringin' my blade now
Gnawing at my fucking lips feels fucking profound
So fucking sad, I'm like a shadow in the background
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide
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