we go to sleep
hoping not wake up
knowing our silly dreams
will never come true
there is not much we could do
we live in this hopless world
just to get let down
i live with the pain
every single day
with my blade in one hand
and tears streaming down my face
i'm on my knees
begging
to get put to sleep
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