Thought about suicide this morning
just woke up and I am warning you,
don’t get too close.
It’s a stupid situation, city sleepin, desperation,
living in my clothes.
-CHORUS
And I don’t think I was made to break
and I don’t think i’ll get paid, I’m a fake.
And it doesn’t help to cry for heaven’s sake
it doesn’t help to die a little every day.
Could this light get more boring?
The night life woke me with its snoring….
seems like the cops run the disco.
I thought about a 9 to 5 suicide
and I broke down and cried as my angels sang,
“don’t go, don’t go, don’t go.”
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so i put on my make-up
and I walk out the door.
So many ways to score.
I need a stranger shake-up.
Someone to sweep me off the floor.
Just to be sure.
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