I’m so damn depressed
Living tired and stressed
Going through the day
Nothing good to say
All alone
Empty home
Just don’t know
How much longer I can go
Crying and drinking all night
Just aching to get into a fight
Want to feel physical pain
Fight and fight, til I’m slain
Just sick of my life
I bring out my knife
Suddenly, the police are here
Yelling to drop in my ear
Their guns come out
People start to shout
Look one right in the eye
Lunge toward him; I want to die
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