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Now you can understand why I want to cease to breathe,
When the truth about me, is finally let free!
[Chorus]
In the wake of determination, of my self-termination,
I find it hard to resist, that I want to end my existence,
And cut my wrist.
I do this not to die, well not all the time,
But to simply know I’m alive;
To get rid of all the tension, and depression.
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I’ve kept this it in for far to long, when people asked and I said nothing was wrong.
When I went through everyday knowing I was loathed by everyone.
I always felt isolation and loneliness,
I was an outcast enough; now I’m hated by the whole population.
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They say, “Our scars remind us the past is real.” Is that why the never heal?
They will be with us forever to feel?
I see what looks like a train track covering my arm,
But what is on this train?
Nothingness, sorrow and pain.
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I’m often asked why I’ve done this to myself, and I’ve always kept quiet;
Crying invisible tears, silently telling the torment I’ve endured for years,
I don’t know why I’ve kept this inside, now not afraid to tell you;
Of my attempted suicides.
One day I’ll leave, never to return,
Because I couldn’t stand anymore
Discontent.
[Chorus x3]
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