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  • papa roach sarkisi:

    cut my life into pieces
    this is my last resort
    suffocation
    no breathing
    don't give a fuck if i cut my arm, bleeding

    this is my last resort

    cut my life into pieces
    i’ve reached my last resort
    suffocation
    no breathing
    don't give a fuck if i cut my arm, bleeding
    do you even care if i die bleeding?
    would it be wrong?
    would it be right?
    if i took my life tonight
    chances are that i might
    mutilation outta sight
    and i’m contemplating suicide

    cuz i’m losing my sight
    losing my mind
    wish somebody would tell me i’m fine
    losing my sight
    losing my mind
    wish somebody would tell me i’m fine

    i never realized i was spread too thin
    till it was too late
    and i was empty within
    hungry!
    feeding on chaos
    and living in sin
    downward spiral where do i begin?
    it all started when i lost my mother
    no love for myself
    and no love for another.
    searching to find a love up on a higher level
    finding nothing but questions and devils

    cuz i’m losing my sight
    losing my mind
    wish somebody would tell me in fine
    losing my sight
    losing my mind
    wish somebody would tell me i’m fine
    nothing's alright
    nothing is fine
    i’m running and i’m crying
    i’m crying
    i'm crying
    i'm crying
    i'm crying

    i can't go on living this way

    cut my life into pieces
    this is my last resort
    suffocation
    no breathing
    don't give a fuck if i cut my arm, bleeding!
    would it be wrong?
    would it be right?
    if i took my life tonight
    chances are that i might
    mutilation outta sight
    and i’m contemplating suicide

    cuz i’m losing my sight
    losing my mind
    wish somebody would tell me i'm fine
    losing my sight
    losing my mind
    wish somebody would tell me i’m fine
    nothing’s alright
    nothing is fine
    i’m running and i’m crying

    i can’t go on living this way
    can’t go on
    living this way
    nothing’s alright
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