I made your head ache, like a devil in your mind I make your heart break. Oh you know I like to do what I please, like a bullet in a gun I'll just give it a squeeze. You know I'm careless but it's all in the fun, like flying towards to the sun. Be your morphine going straight to your head, seeing nothing but the red. Cry, lie. Get on a knee, and plea. Either way I'm out, so rot and pout. The voices telling me to stop, to make this feeling in my chest to pop. Talking to yourself to contemplate, deciding your own fate. To live or die there's no difference, because living just to die doesn't make sense.
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