We all come from broken homes
Broken hearts and broken bones
We will live and die alone
But we can not be friends
I wanna go on record to say
That I wanna live to see the day
When the world screams gasping for air
Cries unanswered 'cause nobody cares
I want to breathe my final breath
Knowing you died, a painful death
The fucking world is an ugly place
But I will die with a smile on my face
My life is a shooting range
We all come from broken homes
Broken hearts and broken bones
We will live and die alone
But we can not be friends
My life is a shooting range
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