S.O.S I'm killing myself,
with the childish games I play.
Having sex without protection,
Pulling out before I...
I risk my life by smoking,
my endeavour to look cool.
I go through 50 sticks a day,
fucking hell I rule!
I'm tempting fate by driving,
and speeding down the roads.
Gunning 100 down the lanes,
turning U-break holds.
I Invite the reaper to my room,
when I lock the door to shoot up.
Saved some cash with a needle,
I found, don't know who had it last.
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My distress I will proclaim out loud,
wont someone help me please?
I try to save myself as best I can,
But danger is got with ease.
S.O.S I'm killing myself,
with my random acts of greed.
I'll grow fat on twenty whoppers,
when one sandwich is all I need.
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I hope you receive my transmission...
