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Jaa, som ni kanske märkt ligger det nån låt i slutet på varje inlägg och det är sånna som förklarar hur jag mår å så vidare... Det är mina favvo band å så, kännde bara att jag var tvungen att berätta det för mamam undrade vad det var å då tänkte jag att andra kanske inte heller fattar... Aja, idag ska jag inte skriva nått speciellt för jag mår för illa, tänkkte bara publicera en låt... Ha det bra!
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Ice Nine Kills
Last Words
Here goes the story of a kid we thought we knew
He hid a hate inside and had a state of mind
That put him in his grave
It began with his friends
They never noticed the despair in his eyes
From the pressure
His life was etched in stone
Before he made a choice of his own

And hes dedicated
For everyday that hes made it on his own
In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice
He wont be number one
He cant be number one

So he tries to comply
With everything theyve ever asked
And his life is stitched with one-way tickets
To places he dont want to visit
He says Im never gonna be perfect
Maybe I dont deserve his trust but Im doing the best I can
Ive never dealt with such pressure
Feels like my whole lifes etched in stone
Before Ive made a choice of my own

And hes dedicated
For everyday that hes made it on his own
In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice
He wont be number one
He cant be number one

So save your breath cause youll need it when you hang from a rope
Cause of death:
Obvious from your suicide note
The last words that filled the page:
if no one will listen than no one will miss me when Im gone
Across town his dad falls asleep all alone
Never knowing he was never going to come home
The last thoughts that filled his head
Ill tell him Im sorry Ill say I regret what I said
Its your life
Ill live my own life instead'

And hes dedicated
For everyday that hes made it on his own
In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice
He wont be number one
He cant be number one

His bedrooms filled with emptiness tonight
As the silence cuts through like a knife
Knowing hes not there

And hes dedicated
For everyday that hes made it on his own
In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice
He wont be number one
Im never gonna be perfect
Maybe I dont deserve his trust
He cant be number one