Anything Beats Suicide

Published by Carpa Túnel in the blog Carpa Túnel Síndrom '3623. Views: 57

The pills are locked on the inside
The knives have found a new place to hide
They wont give up the arguement just yet
This is the most missed life youve ever met
But Ill keep telling myself, oh just to myself
Im not giving up the game just yet

We`re still in one peice, we`re still in one peice
The games not over yet and the dice wont cease
The pains still there just my minds not disceased
Stress is a virtue, ha, sarcasms my game
Putting emotion to the noose and blood to the fame

Locked behind a door with key
Nothing there for me to see
Im still standing, im still here
Still living, half wanting another beer
The funs not over
Ill make more sense when im sober

We`re still in one peice, we`re still in one peice
The games not over yet and the dice wont cease
The pains still there just my minds not disceased
Stress is a virtue, ha, sarcasms my game
Putting emotion to the noose and blood to the fame

Still in one peice, or mabey three...
(Ill let you decide)

We`re still in one peice, we`re still in one peice
The games not over yet and the dice wont cease
The pains still there just my minds not disceased
Stress is a virtue, ha, sarcasms my game
Putting emotion to the noose and blood to the fame
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