Stay
I'm often afraid
Of what's in my head
No point to relate
I'm already dead
Another potential fix
Lost in a trash bin
Overstimulate my head
With a camera lens
Wish I knew I'd end up this way
So I could figure out my fate
What can I do?
My blood's running thin
My vision's blurry
Open up my chest
Just to die again
Of what's in my head
No point to relate
I'm already dead
Another potential fix
Lost in a trash bin
Overstimulate my head
With a camera lens
Wish I knew I'd end up this way
So I could figure out my fate
What can I do?
My blood's running thin
My vision's blurry
Open up my chest
Just to die again
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Writer(s): Seth Wells
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