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This song is about the feeling of hopelessness that comes with a willingness to take your own life. Sometimes it can be a really fucked up pit, and sometimes people get sucked into it and end up making attempts.
As much bullshit as they put me through, I was "saved" in October by Gutter and Irish. Of course, the majority of the reason I'm still here is due to my mom Rebecca's determination to see me do SOMETHING with my life. She's saved me from so many shady ass situations, and I'm forever grateful for her.
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I would rather be alone than depend on another for home.
"Don't go!" my friends are crying out, "Just come home, and maybe we could talk it out."
"Ready or not! Here I come!" I shout to the concrete below.
Share peace of mind if you have enough, 'cause lately I've been running low.
I'm so angry my mouth starts to foam, accentuating my yellowed teeth.
You watch as I self destruct. Watch, as I slowly sink.
Just keep your head straight, pointed up when I leave.
When I hit the interstate we can then look back safely.
A violent past has created a violent man.
I'm SICK of disputing the facts so I avoid them when I can.
True enough, even though nothing goes as it's' planned.
I've pushed myself away. I'm as far back as I bend.
Seems I'd rather be a drunk than end up in a decent home.
It goes to show that my past has a presence here. The present is all I fear.
I'm so sick of hiding away. My issues nip the back of my heels.
It takes too much to get through the day, and the pressure is all too real.
I fear that I've gotten too close, so I leave before you see me there.
It's for our own good, I suppose.
I admit that I'M getting scared.
I tire of running away as my feet begin to ache.
I keep going anyways, I'm easily replaced.
I'm wired on meth again... My teeth fall from my face.
My bones are being held together by an old, worn out shoelace.
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