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Lying broken on the floor |
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How can this little slit upon my wrist cause so much hurt for others but at the same time bring me relief?? |
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You were older, you knew better |
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As i slide this sharp cold blade along my wrist i pray for the strength to press down, then when i finally do the sweet release of death follows. |
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Every time they speak i cut a little deeper |
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As i sit in the dark and cry |
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Even tho my world is falling |
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Every time i think about wat u did i hate u even more every time i think about how i couldnt stop u i cut a little deeper every time i think about how she didnt care i wish my life was over |
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U asked me y i am depressed its coz i have nothing to be happy about |
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Just because i dont tell u my problems doesnt mean that their not there |