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When the pain's too much to take and the bruises refuse to fade,
I reach for that bottle of whiskey,
I try to drown my tears,
Swallow my pride, let go and lose myself to the taste of cheap regrets,
And if one day I never wake up from my comatose state,
Thank God I've only suffered one life, not a lifetime
Don't wait for me, just learn from my mistakes, and remember we always have a choice,
It doesn't madder how hard the choice is, it's rarely an easy one to make





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