I think to myself
This can't be right
As blood drips down
From the tip of a knife
I wonder why
It feels so good
And why I am so misunderstood
But you will never know
The pain that grows
Inside me each and every day
Hopefully sometime
I will peacefully lay
Under the ground
Where I will stay
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Written March 8th, 2006
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