Higher
Wish I was higher
Floating above the world
Floating above your room
Peek through your window
To see what you really do
I bet he's there
I bet he is
Seven months and counting
The lies and broken ties
Seven months of doubting
Every word in your mouth
You make me sick
This is it
I can't take it anymore
Either load your goddamn gun
Or hit the goddamn floor
No one leaves here alive
No one
I've been dead for seven months
Seven months and counting
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