I leaned back in the chair and watched the clouds move past the stars
The cold beer in my hand dripping wet on my knuckles
Thinking about the chances of my survival
I made it through physically to drink and watch and listen
But I think a part of me truly died that night
Through the haze of the pills and the nightmares
Just by making the decision to take that ultimate step
I'm a killer of something that no longer lives in me
And I'm wondering what parts are left
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