Tonite mite be the nite...
Tonite mite be the nite i die...
i can't wait...i can't wait to see
the lite....As i slowly grab the
razor to...cut my wrist, Bloody
Blood drops down on the floor...
No not me.... not the way i die...
i die in my sleep, or shot by a
gun, or someone else will kill
me, well that is the way i wish it
happend, No not me, not the way
i die, i die by SUICIDE! ! ! !
Tonite mite be the nite,
Tonite mite be the nite i die,
i can't wait.............................
i can't wait to see the lite.....
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