I’m the song you turn off quickly,
crossing out the lyrics after a fight.
The verses loaded with bullets,
and the chorus weighed down by knives.
I’m the gun held in your pocket,
the rope hanging in your room.
But the strength to end it with all of this,
that’s held way deep in you.
So even when you have all these reasons;
these reasons to end it all here,
hold on and never let go of
of the life that you’ve had up ‘til here.

 
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