Hollywood Undead – Bullet

My legs are dangling off the edge
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend
I think I'll slit my wrists again
And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
My legs are dangling off the edge
A stomach full of pills
Didn't work again
I'll put a bullet in my head
And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

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