I sing songs about loving my life
But today I just don't have the energy
I've thinking about leaving this life
'Cause these bruises inside, don't feel real to me
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
How intriguing the dullness
That swallows your soul
To the strength of a wet paper bag
How deceiving the notion
I cannot control my own life
So I'm choosing my death
But I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here
I've got numbers for friends I don't like
And I've got numbers on most of my enemies
I've got one thing to say before I'm drunk again
Oh, it burns, oh it hurts and it burns
How intriguing the dullness
That swallows your soul
To the strength of a wet paper bag
How deceiving the notion
I cannot control my own life
So I'm choosing my death
But I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here...

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