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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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