Last Resort

by Papa Roach

Guitar Pro Tab  |  v4.00  |  Posted on Feb. 20, 2012, 6:36 p.m. ← Back

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Cut my life in- to pei- ces, this is my last re- sort Suf- fi- ca- tion, no breath- ing, don't give a f*ck if I cut my arm bleed- ing This is my last re- sort Cut my life in- to pei- ces, I've reached my last re- sort, Suf- fi- ca- tion, no breath- ing, Don't give a f*ck if I cut my arm bleed- ing, do you ev- en care if I die bleed- ing Would it be wrong, would if be right, If a took my life to- night, chanc- es are dy- na- mite Mu- ti- la- tion out of sight, and I con- tim- plat- ed su- i- cide 'Cause I'm los- ing my sight, los- ing my mind, Wish some- bo- dy would tell me I'm fine Los- ing my sight, los- ing my mind, Wish some- bo- dy would tell me I'm fine I nev- er real- ized I was spred to thin, to live is too late, and I was em- ty with- in Hun- gry. Feed- ing on cha- os, liv- ing in sin. Down- ward spi- ral, where do I be- gin? I all start- ed when I lost my mo- ther. No love for my- self, and no love for a- no- ther Sear- ching to find a love up- on a high- er lev- el. Find- ing no- thing but ques- tion and de- vils. 'Cause I'm los- ing my sight, los- ing my mind, Wish some- bo- dy would tell me I'm fine Los- ing my sight, los- ing my mind, Wish some- bo- dy would tell me I'm fine No- things al- right, No- thing is fine. I'm run- ning and I'm cry- ing I'm cry-... ing..., I'm cry-... ing..., I'm cry-... ing..., I'm cry- ing. I... can't... go... on... liv-... ing... this... way... Cut my life in- to pei- ces, this is my last re- sort Suf- fi- ca- tion, no breath- ing, don't give a f*ck if I cut my arm bleed- ing Would it be wrong, would if be right, If a took my life to- night, chanc- es are dy- na- mite and mu- ti- la- tion out of sight, and I con- tim- plat- ed su- i- cide 'Cause I'm los- ing my sight, los- ing my mind, Wish some- bo- dy would tell me I'm fine Los- ing my sight, los- ing my mind, Wish some- bo- dy would tell me I'm fine No- things al- right, No- thing is fine. I'm run- ning and I'm cry- ing I!... CAN'T!... GO!... ON!... LIV-!... ING!... THIS!... WAY!... Can't go on... ... Liv- ing this way, No- things all... ... RIGHT!!!