All Right

by Angel   Feb 25, 2006


I do not want to go back to my old ways
Stay up crying at nights and sleeping in the days
Even when I slept I dreamed of you
And all the things we used to do
Then I woke up and you were not around
More pain was all there was to be found
I work so hard to be happy
But nothing except you can complete me
So I will take my razor blade to night
Slice my wrist and make everything all right

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