Butterfly die with me. Skull in silver decoration. Leave this glass in my toe, a symbol of my depression. And now it`s pouring red from my smile, laughs from my veins, I`ve left emptied before you. And I can`t find anything to say, why you hung yourself before me. I don`t think I`m coming home. I made a mess of my bones Something in my head gone wrong. Pistol buried deep and cold. You look so sad for me, a little taste of my frustration. And as you scrape me from the floor, there ain`t no more confusion About the way I feel, bite my tongue, eternity. Dark runs so red the ocean. Cracks your mind, turning to clay. Lead snake slow in the river. I don`t think I`m coming home. I made a mess of my bones. Something in my head gone wrong. Pistol buried, now I hold not a thing.
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