Cut My Wrists Again the Bottom of the Bottle Is My Only Friend

Bullet

Hollywood Undead

Year:

2011

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My legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my merely friend, I recall I'll slit my wrists again and I'yard gone, gone, gone, My legs are dangling off the edge, A stomach full of pills didn't piece of work again, I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone.  Gone likewise far and yep I'1000 gone again, It's gone on likewise long, tell you how information technology ends, I'yard sitting on the edge with my 2 all-time friends, Ones a bottle of pills, ones a bottle of gin, I'k twenty stories up, aye I'm upward at the top, I'll polish off this bottle, now it'due south pushing me off, Cobblestone to me has never looked and then soft, I bet my momma constitute my letter of the alphabet, now shes calling the cops, I gotta have this opportunity before I miss information technology, 'Cause at present I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance, Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent, 'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is, I've been trying likewise long, with too dull of a knife, Simply this evening I fabricated sure that I sharpened it twice, I never bought a suit before in my life, Just when yous become to meet god, you know you wanna wait prissy.  So if I survive, then I'll see y'all tomorrow, Yeah I'll come across y'all tomorrow.  My legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my just friend, I recall I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, My legs are dangling off the edge, A stomach full of pills didn't work again, I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.  We striking the sky, in that location goes the low-cal, No more sun, why'south information technology always night When you can't slumber, well, you lot can't dream, When you can't dream, well, whats life mean? We feel a little pity, simply don't empathize The old are getting older, watch a immature man die, A Mother and a Son and someone yous know, Smile at each other and realize you don't, You don't know what happened to that kid you raised, What happened to the Begetter, who swore he'd stay? I didn't know 'cause you didn't say, Now Momma feels guilt, yea Momma feels pain, When you were young, yous never idea y'all'd die, Plant that you could simply as well scared to try, You lot looked in the mirror and you lot said goodbye, Climb to the roof to see if yous could wing.  So if I survive, then I'll run into you tomorrow, Yeah I'll see you tomorrow.  My legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my just friend, I think I'll slit my wrists over again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, My legs are dangling off the border, A breadbasket total of pills didn't work again, I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.  I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky, Like a bird and then high, Oh I might just try, I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky, Like a bird so high, Oh I might merely try, Oh I might but effort.

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Written past: Jorel Decker, Daniel Murillo, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek, Griffin Boice

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