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Understitch - Euthanol you think, living is everything, well i think, you don't know anything you try, take all this pain inside, to take away, push this self doubt aside run away, something i hide behind, crimson stains, all that i've left behind cut again, i'm bleeding everywhere i can't pretend, no hope left just despair and deep inside, the hurting twists and grows and i'll confide, but no one really knows suffering, i crave my own demise and cease to be, so cold behind my eyes and how can you, not let me end this pain happier, bullet to the brain you try, take all this pain inside, to take away, push this self doubt aside run away, something i hide behind, crimson stains, all that i've left behind i still seem to bleed through inside disease consumes i pray for passage recieve no deliverence every single tendency bound by my redundancy you try, take all this pain inside, to take away, push this self doubt aside run away, something i hide behind, crimson stains, all that i've left behind take this, take this, take, you take a part of me take this, take this, take, you take a part of me take this, take this, take, you take a part of me take this, take this, take, you take a part of me take this, take this, take, you take a part of me take this, take this, take, you take a part of me take this, take this, take, you take a part of me take this, take this, take, you take a part of me why, try, to, die can' ffb t, hide. behind |
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