give this song a chance.
Life sucks. yes its fucked.
And the scent of cigarettes, from last night, its still here,
yes its stuck.
Oh fuck. All the time.
I get restless, and hopeless and bothered by what's resting
on my mind.
On my mind. "Please be mine"
Not quite. what i wanna say, but better than what i
can think of anyway, at this time.
*Drums enter*
Its nota crime.
to have dreams, and to be scared that some day they
will be crushed. so fine.
not this time.
I cant say anything, only pray that eveyrthing
will be fine.
Life's fucked. just my luck.
And I cry. For some life.
to be given back to me, a little human dignity and
i strive.
yes I strive.
Its getting darker cant you see, and this news is killing me
like a knife.
(Oh life). I take my knife.
I press down onto my neck, the feeling chilling, the feeling red
and its life. oh sweet life.
It is lost, what can i say, not my fault it ends this way.
that life sucks. Yes life sucks.... Yes its fucked.....Yes life sucks(fades)
its meant to be stacato and slow. with breaks between most snetences.
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