I’m sick and tired of feeling sick and tired but it’s far too late now for a Hollywood suicide I can’t catch a light there’s too much lead in my blood I’m heavy as a deathbed confession my heart is a loaded gun everybody loves a loaded gun there’s power in a loaded gun empires were built with loaded guns but it’s all a little cringe when you scope it up close naked in all its nauseating detail you see a lot more from your knees in that point blank moment when your life suddenly fails coz you were murdered by your friends
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