Cheers To The Down And Outs

The Bad Chapter

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    I'm sick of losing out on life's bets
    Putting lips to half smoked cigarettes
    This is not a cry
    These are just my thoughts on suicide
    So this is the last time I'm giving you my all
    And I'm predicting a landslide as you watch this coward fall

    Cause I've been afraid for so long
    To show you who I am
    Cause I know that you won't like me when I do
    And I'm tired of being the pawn in their petty little scams
    I'll be a bag of bones when they're though
    I'll hold the door
    Listen up for playback
    They're wanting more but damn they're always saying that
    I've been created right before your very eyes

    Well I'm sick of breathing just to fight this feeling
    And I've grown tired with weary eyes
    And I'm over the stealing
    Of the things that I've needed
    Well I'm admired but I wanna die
    Cheers to the down and outs

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    A broken song
    A broken home
    Filthy habits and a name that nobody knows
    Wake up every morning feeling like shit
    And you try, and you try
    But you can't help it
    This is the last time I'm giving you my all
    And I'm predicting a landslide as you watch this coward fall

    Cause I've been afraid for so long
    To show you who I am
    Cause I know that you won't like me when I do
    And I'm tired of being the pawn in their petty little scams
    I'll be a bag of bones when they're though
    I'll hold the door
    Listen up for play back
    They're wanting more but damn they're always saying that
    I've been created right before your very eyes

    Well I'm sick of breathing just to fight this feeling
    And I've grown tired with weary eyes
    And I'm over the stealing
    Of the things that I've needed
    Well I'm admired but I wanna die
    Cheers to the down and outs
    Cheers to the down and outs
    Cheers to every down and out like me

    I'm sick of losing out on life's bets
    Putting lips to half smoked cigarettes
    This is not a cry
    These are just my thoughts on suicide
    Well I'm sick of breathing just to fight this feeling
    And I've grown tired with weary eyes
    And I'm over the stealing
    Of the things that I've needed
    Well I'm admired but I wanna die
    Cheers to the down and outs

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