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I am self medicating with a pack of matches and a can of kerosene.
I know there's a fine line between wrong and right,
and in my defense this was all out of spite.
You'll tie the noose and wrap it tight around my neck,
you'll show yourself just what it's like to be a wreck.

Break the silence if you think it will keep you safe.
Drink to sorrow, 'cause the battle will keep you sane.