Day and night I look around and see,
My whole life is caving in on me.
Some days I wish I'd hurry up and die,
To relieve the pressure that's inside my mind.
From all these pressures,
These endless days and sleepless nights
I sometimes wonder what the fuck keeps me alive.
The thoughts keep pounding in my brain,
There's only one way to alleviate this pain.
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