If God really is looking down from above,
If He really does sprinkle the earth with His love,
Have I really done such a sin, such a crime,
That I must serve the punishment for all time?
Sometimes it feels my existance is wrong,
Sometimes it feels like I'll never belong;
Every single move that I make, step I take,
Me here-all just a foolish mistake-
No one understands what I need
No one knows what's making me bleed
The oceans run red with the blood
Spilling over the banks in a flood
A slender knife would do the job
Revel in the gentle pulsing throb
It'll hurt much more to live than die
Now I'll wave the world goodbye...
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