Now ill try to be real

Why is always
the guy i love
not want me
and not what hes thinking of

i chase after stuff
i can never can catch
my feet are getting tired
and pain is all thats left

so i simply us my knife
to help me get threw things
when i can't get pain to go away myself
and i love the pain the knife brings

from all the times
Ive been put down
and all the times Ive smiled
but really wanted to frown

i will not hide now
everything about me now will be true
everyday I'm going to be me
cause I'm sick of what I'm going threw

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