INNER PAIN


Poppin pills til I fall in a deep sleep,
Then dig a hole-n-bury me deep.
Slide a knife across my throat,
Wrap my neck tight til I choke.
Hold a gun to the temple of my head,
Pull the trigger-n-bang I'm dead.
Let me bleed-out on the cold floor,
Now all my pain I'll have no more.
All alone no one was really ever there,
No need to pretend that anyone cared.
Now look at me and tell me no lies,
Just leave me lay on the ground to die.
Hold a gun to the temple of my head,
Pull the trigger-n-now I'm dead.
Let me bleed-out on the cold floor,
Now all my pain I'll have no more.
Don't waist those tears for me,
Just put me in the ground-n-set me free.
All this pain inside never goes away,
Just turn away so I can die today.
Hold a gun to the temple of my head,
Pull the trigger-n-bang I'm dead.
Let me bleed-out on the cold floor,
Now all my pain I'll have no more.

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