Don’t nobody tell me that God don’t have a sense of humor
'Cause now that I want to live
Well everybody around me is dying
Now that I finally want to live, the ones I love are dying
Becoming friends with a noose that I made and I keep trying to untie it
Make it into something useful or maybe hang it through a window pane
Turn it into a fire escape
It tastes so bitter on my tongue
The truth’s a killer
But I can’t leave it alone
You don’t remember my name somedays or that we’re related
Triggers my worry
Who else am I gonna lose before I am ready?
And who’s gonna lose me?
It tastes so bitter on my tongue
The truth’s a killer
But I can’t leave it alone
If you know love
Best prepare to grieve
Let it into your open heart and
Then prepare to let it leave
It tastes so bitter
The truth’s a killer
But I can’t leave it alone
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