Double Shooting
Heavy metal burns my hand
As you grab it from the stand
My headphones block out the click
It will hurt less than a stick
Wet salty water streams down my face
You could be gone without a trace
Why am I shaking
Oh stop faking
If I just pull it, it will all be over
Do you think it'll stop your dad from being sober
Why am I doing this, this should not be
It's ok, relax, just leave it to me
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