Yall laugh, Yall tease, Yall criticize me,
Only because i had a different pain release,
I cut, I scratch, i erase away, only puts me in a shameless place,
Doing all that, i felt no pain, the only pain i feel is the unbearable shame,
My lane, my vain i cut away,
The judging yall do makes me hold my head and say im lame,
Yall laugh, Yall tease, Yall criticize me,
I leave and while im walking im crying inside, Teardrops on my heart thats what i say,
Now im asking God why hes punishing me?
He gives no answer, gives no sign,
So i take Mr.Blade in my hand and close my eyes,
Trickle Trickle dripping down, I collapse on my knees kicking and squrming on the ground...
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