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Win the grand prize of death.
Hanging from a raincloud, it leaves me reeling,
But then again, I’m trapped inside my head,
So, tell me, where should I be instead?
So, can you suffocate, smother all of my screams
And find a way to do the same to my dreams?
No one would someone as broken as this,
So, I take all my pain out on my right wrist.
If this is a way forward, then why am I falling back?
I’m starting to believe that it’s the courage I lack,
Words from a deeply scarred sinner,
The one that surely shall someday be a winner.
Win the grand prize of death,
Because it’s the only option left,
If one more thing goes wrong, I’ll snap,
‘Cause I’m so fucking sick of this crap.