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15. SUICIDE What were those words that you said?
The ones that keep playing over and over in my head
I guess that it's true, I'm better off dead
There is nothing to say, there is nothing to be said
So I am just going to curl up and rot here instead
And stare at the ceiling from my hospital bed
Wishing that I were dead
I'm better off dead
I should be dead.
I'm dead.
