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I'll put the lead through my forehead,

You think that it'd be reported?

Or get me fuckin deported,

Or would they fuckin ignore it?

Like they all did before it?

I went to bed, took a whore with.

I had some fun, but abhored it.

Was fun when I first explored it,

But now it feels like some chore, shit.

I just can't take anymore shit.

I wasn't happy before it,

So shed some tears for this poor kid.

I'll fill your ear with some more shit.

I think my years have been shortened,

Might be the year that I buy in,

Might be my year, might be my end.

It's gettin near, I can spy it.

I'll blow my wrists and my thigh in.

I'm snagged too tight to untie it.

I wave good-bye and I'm drivin.

No, I'm not drivin, I'm flyin!

I'm fuckin strivin for dyin!

I'm not just rhymin, I'm tryin!

I'm not the type to keep whinin,

I'm not just cutting, I'm pryin.

It hurts too much to start cryin.

May be alive, but still dyin.

Can't clear my mind, so I'm drivin,

My temper's hot, but I'm freezin,

I throw my self and my keys in,

I floor the gas and it speeds up.

I pray my engine would seize up,

Or freeze up,

Or blow up,

Or go up in flames!

I hide my face in my shame,

I'll take the brunt of the blame,

I'll tear the blood from my vein.

I'm fuckin goin insane!

      - Lo Ruhamah