' 'suicide' 'overdose' 'suicide death'
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A Gun is fatal and does the job
Pull the trigger, no head to throb
However its loud and could cause a scene
Facts of your death, your neighbors will glean
Not that it matters cause youll be dead
What we’re both made of, it’s what makes me up too
I have these paper wings, so when it’s raining I can’t keep up with you
What you’ve done my friend, I cannot undo
