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I've got a story, a story to tell
About a long road
Back from a sort of hell
I been flying almost every night
I've been ready to burn
And I have been living to die

So take a look, take a look in my eyes
Because I got no remorse for all the hate
That burns inside
Take a look at my suicide

SELF DESTRUCTION
I know the streets can be so cold
SELF DESTRUCTION
I know the streets can make you feel so cold
SELF DESTRUCTION

I've got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills almost gone
I'm almost home

And I've seen, broken hearts, and broken dreams
Like broken bodies under the pale street lights tonight
I've seen the hate and yeah, I've heard the lies
So I turned my back and now I'm on the outside

I know the streets can be so cold
SELF DESTRUCTION
I know the streets can make you feel so cold
SELF DESTRUCTION

I got this gun to my head
Another bottle of pills
My cigarette burns right through my soul
IT BURNS RIGHT THROUGH MY SOUL
SELF DESTRUCTION

Well I've got this gun to my head
Another bottle of pills almost gone
My cigarette burns right through my soul

I know the streets can be so cold
I know the streets can be so cold
I know the streets can make you feel so cold(so so cold)

I'm almost home
Self destruction
I'm on my way home

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