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letra de kurt cobain - drtyuncl

this must be how kurt cobain felt before his death
nervous wreck, with the sweats, in need of a percocet
i reflect on regret and come a second away
from takin’ the final break, wipin’ skin from my face
if i had the funds for a used shotgun i would
refurnish this room with brain, repaint the stained goods
if i could do my whole life over i don’t think i could
live it much better and that’s what’s so scary
i’m not very far from the edge and jumpin’ sounds good
give the pilots the parachutes, death don’t scare me
i’m just prayin’ god doesn’t spare me from the exit
sh-t, it’d be worth the walk to see if one exists
but i’m sure its a myth the same way happiness is
ignorance is bliss, i wish i could believe the bullsh-t
i throw kicks and punches
my reflection lunges
my self-esteem plummets
i pop pills in bunches
and wonder where my fun went
my time means nothin’
give it to the breeze and float towards the faded sunset
my name is william hinrichsen and i’m a drunken, depressed man
definition of a sh-t friend
i’ve got some thick skin, so nothin’ ever escapes
watch me spontaneously combust over an ashtray
that way the laymans can continue their nice day
…not like they ever shot a glance my way
so i returned the favor, let ’em destroy their own devices
and grabbed a notebook and a park bench for some lonesome writin’
but you can only go so far
knowin’ so much about yourself when no one knows who you are
i relax like a rock star, minus the girls and cars
i just wake up and wonder who the f-ck these people are
an -ssh0l-, i’m brett favre, minus the strong arm
sendin’ embar-ssin’ texts and everyone wants me gone
so sing along to my lullaby, the sweetest goodnight
is the kind where you won’t have to open your weary eyes
job well done or f-cked up, it doesn’t matter
i’m just tryin’ to reach these conclusions a little faster
dumb b-st-rd with a business degree, so please
don’t try to tell me education means much of anything
when you can’t work a j.o.b
without a ph.d
got me hopin’ for d.e.a.t –
-h. man’s permanent escape
i’ll be straight faced, open arms when it comes my way

i’m not scared of death, i’m scared for it
stuck with the task of makin’ me p-ss to move forward
i’m not scared of death, i’m scared for it
stuck with the task of bringin’ my -ss to its doorstep
i’m not scared of death, i’m scared for it
stuck with the task of meeting a soul this morbid
i’m not scared of death, i’m scared for it
stuck with the task of calming a soul this tortured

- drtyuncl

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