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I've killed off the parts of me

That prove to be weak

Unable to cope

With this world

And the terrors of life

That keep m awake

Through the night

I'd poison myself

Like a sport competitively

The last man standing's the loser

And the first one down

Is the first one

To find the escape

And I never lose

I grew tired of running,

Hiding, and lying

And searching for solutions

To my problems at the bottom

Of the fuckin' bottle

Find the strength

And kill yourself

Reinvent the new you

Find the strength

And kill all the parts

That you don't love