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The Message From The Devil
You wont make it little girl you were born to die
Go save up that money, grab that rope and try
If you can't be closed from life
Then you need to pack up and say-goodbye
Tell your boyfriend "im not good enough"
And then walk away, let him call your bluff
And feel the pain you already know
Till you cant take it anymore
And tell your dad that you really miss him
Then cry your eyes out through the P.M
Dont worry child the pain will get worse
So i'll kick that anxienty up inside your hurt
You'll think to yourself how can it get worse
But im in your head, im always alert
Im the red eyes you see at night
The hands in the walls, what a fright
Imma push that sadness all the way up
On the floor, fill that alcohol cup
Your gonna smoke till the pain fades away
Then your gonna wake up wishing you were dead
Nothing will take me away
Watch out, oops its too late
Here goes the pills, running to the tub
Go under water till you cant get up
(Sing/Extra)
Drift away
Watch the bubbles run up
Feel your body go numb
Watch the smoke go up
See the blod flow out
Now what are you gonna do
More Pain, More Pain
Your pulse slippin away
More pain, More pain
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