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Too little, too late... Story of my damn life. |
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I've ruined so many things, I'm like a wrecking ball |
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My final Bow... |
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Monday sickness is not true. |
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I want to be happy again. |
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I'm sorry I came back, I never wanted to make you upset, not again. I love you, but it will never be enough, not anymore. |
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Razor, wrist. Wrist, razor. Oh aren't you two the sweetest couple! |
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Black nail polish represent my depression. They warn people beforehand what's wrong with me. |
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My heart feels like it's about to shatter in a million pieces. But I have no one to pick them up for me. |
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There's no surgery that could fix the pain inside. |