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My hands, they shake,
my blood it pours,
through my veins,
and on the floor.

my head it hurts,
hit on the wall,
and as i walk,
right down the hall.

some hair is gone,
i pulled it out,
just like my blood,
pours like a spout.

I'm so sorry,
that you cant help,
I'm so sorry,
that nothings felt.

but these days they seem,
to pass on by,
i wonder now,
if i could fly.

I'm on a bridge,
look down at the cars,
i wonder if they'll put,
me behind bars.

if i survive,
if i live,
ill probably realize,
what i can give.

but for now ill fall,
onto the ground,
as the world,
spins around,

i realize everything,
that Ive done,
but its too late...
he won.