Here I sit all broken hearted,
I slit my wrist it barely parted,
As I watch the blood pour slowly,
I think about what if only,
If only I had had more money,
If only I had been more funny,
I feel my heart beat slower now,
And all I can think is how,
How will she feel when she finds out,
that all my blood has just run out.
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