I can feel my heart beating
I think I should wear it on the outside
Then at least I will know I'm alive
Not crazy, and supplied by life support
This is my notion in my mind
For you to take this gun
Put it to my head, please
Cause I can't take anymore
Seems I run and hide
Drive in circles
Rounding out the numbers
I try to divide myself
I seem multiplied
Stretched and stressed
Still I stand
To face this test
I feel myself spin
Drop to my knees
Ultimately I lose
Cruise to my dealer
I can feel my heart healing
Day by day I think I'm a mess
Take my hand if you are not leaving
I'm not supplied. I'm on life support.
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