God gave me hands
So I can grasp like a rubber band
I grasp to a gun
I aim when I hum
Melodies from when I was young
Happiness doesn’t exist
Cause I’m always pissed
I can’t make anyone happy
But I can make you fake it
I feel neglect
So I have to beg
For a really nice sleep in bed
But nightmares never end
They’re in my head
They consume happy
So I’m only left feeling sappy
But happy is rare
So I’m gonna take this dare
I’m pulling the trigger
Now hopefully I’m with the grim reaper

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