This ashtray's making me mad.
Broken nails.
Stop attacking me, please.
I can't take another punch.
As I see my friends leave,
I just think about me.
Running to the cliff,
And jumping happily.
It hurts to much.
This wounds are open.
My blood all over the place.
I'll have to take you down.
So brutal and so painful.
I'll throw you this ashtray.
What an unhappy day.
I don't want you to go away.
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