will you pick me up when
i fall down for you
if i slit my wrists again
what would you do
will you stop the bleeding
when you break my heart
will you try not to disappoint me
cus you should've from the start
will you retrieve my pieces
from the dark corners of hell
will you try to respect me
will you try not to yell
when my soul is broken
i will let it lie on the floor
so when you come back
i can die some more
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