Sorri Torri

Me and a gun that I put to my head
If I
Pull the trigger
Blow my brains out
I’ll be dead.

Me and a knife that I press to my chest
One
Simple up thrust
Pierce my heart
For the best.

Me and a gun that I put to my head
When I
Pull the trigger
Blow my brains out
I’ll be dead.

Me and these pills so many kinds in a box
Swallow
By the handful
Wash them down with good scotch
Then I
Can just drift off
In to darkness
And the peace I never found.

Me and a gun that I put to my head
Now I’ve
Pulled the trigger
Blew my brains out
And I am

Dead.

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