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Nobody knows-the-pain, the dagger, his heart is a cold frozen-flame/
like the world around him is enclosing-pain, and still nobody knows-his-name/
his family is not-there, hes tired of living cause lifes not-fair/
the alcohol reeks in the hot-air, hes so drunk now he does not-care/
he mumbles-and-prays, talkin bout his whole life has been struggles-and-pain/
then his son walks in the door, and drops his books as he stumbles-his-name/
Dad, what are u doing with that gun-in-your-mouth? as his wife hears, she runs-in-the-house/
she starts to panic, then realizes the situation, so she goes over to hug-him-and-shouts/
no baby, please dont do-it, its so damn dumb, and its fuccin stupid/
if you died id probably lose-it, and our son, id probably lose-him/
i know our lifes are hellish, but killing yourself is so selfish/
and if i lost the both of you, i would probably kill myself-then/