Maybe I can talk you down.

They say that you're just a ciggarette gone, so you couldn't be that far away.
But you say that there's nothing that I can say to make you stay.
I'm just tying to open up your eyes, cause this is dubble suicide.
We're staning on a tiny leadge, before this goes over the edge,
gonna use my heart and not my head.


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