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Curtain Call

It's hard for me to say whats on my mind,
But whos to say what's wrong and right?
Since you've been gone its not the same.

I'm falling, falling apart.
I'm falling, falling in love,
With dreams of suicide and razor blades.

It's hard to say I'm not okay,
It's hard to say that I miss you,
But since you've been gone, I'm just not the same.

I'm falling, falling apart.
I'm falling, falling in love,
With dreams of suicide and razor blades.

But it's okay, when I sleep, I dream,
And it gets me by,
There's so much more to life than meets the eye,
To think that it might end,
With dreams of suicide, and razor blades.

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Written June 29th, 2005

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