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There's not enough cigarettes to give me cancer

I've prayed for that nightly and never an answer

I know God is real, He's shown me in dreams

Those dreams were shattered, never what it seems



There's nothing to say

We've all had bad days

It's my time to be paid

Just blink me away



Razors cut deep, Always stopping at bone

I've lived it all, everything I've known

Teen years are over, now it's all down hill

If this was the top, I'll be yours to kill



There's nothing to say

We've all had bad days

It's my time to be paid

Just wish me away



I would quietly sit, just sitting in fear

Happy again, when you would appear

Watching my love light as it so quickly closes

Painkillers only help heartache in lethal doses



There's nothing to say

We've all had bad days

It's my time to be paid

Just blink me away