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Confidence isn't telling yourself you can do it, |
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You just don't understand me dear, |
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What do you call a nightmare you can't wake from....? My life, baby. |
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Let me tell you a secret... I'm going to commit suicide soon. |
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& its raining every night on my pillow when I start wondering if I should be here. |
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& her problems don't seem to fade away after she cries. |
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The more you push the blade in your skin and bleed, the less you feel emotionally. |
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God loves me, why don't you? |
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But its the kind of happy that's like an ornament made of sugar, if you brush it the wrong way it will go to pieces. |