I slice my wrist and the blood pours out,
F *ck the world is what i shout,
Living this life is so worthless,
Your witnessing the death of innocents,
As i slide this razor blade up and down my wrist,
I begin to think of all the things because of you i will miss,
My sweet 16!
All my demented dreams!
Why couldnt u just let me be me,
I guess my happiness just wasnt meant to be,
You drove me to this point of insanity,
Just cuz i dont fit in wit your somewhat perfect fantazy!
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