So pull the fucking trigger
These cuts are getting bigger
I start to feel all sick
But at least you get your kick

My insides are all burning
My mind is fucking churning
You're shouting, I can't hear
You never want me here

One last breath I take
My hands do not shake
As I watch you tower above
For me there was no love

(I died happy not knowing the truth)
 
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