Slit wrist, slit neck, open sky
People around me crying, askin why
I'm all blood shot, f*ck I'm high
Must have been the family, must have been school
They come to one conclusion, majority rule
I'm sick of this life you f*ckin fool
I'm not needed here any more
Pain is a release so I take more
Could it be the world, could it be me?
Or could it be this drug alcohol mix that's in front of me.
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