I fall in love everytime
The tears pour out of the glass
When I think of suicide
I'm as worthless as our past.
Thirsty again for alcohol
I see you with the evening call
Your once empty hole
Are now full of hope.
The tears pour out of the glass
When I think of suicide
I'm as worthless as our past.
Thirsty again for alcohol
I see you with the evening call
Your once empty hole
Are now full of hope.
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