Drinking and shooting up so you can stall,
On life and all the pain,
Just hurt and no gain,
You know you can't take it,
Your a coward to end it,
So you keep shooting up to stall,
Another day another fall,
In the bleak emptiness of your lone
Moving against life's built tone.
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