Life, What's the Point
I'm sick of this rutthis routine
i'm sick of this life
and how it kills me
i'm sick of these feelings
i'm better without
i'm sick of these days
that i have worn out
we should just end it
and let our life stop
case it'll all end
weather we like it or not
so take the pills
and slit your wrist
swallow the beer
don't say goodbye
and hope you die
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