My Life consits of many things
A loving family, a great girlfriend and many aches and pains
What pains. The pain of living this thing called life.
Someone Kill me with a knife.
Stab me through the heart one good time
So i can stop pretending that all is well.
I may put up a front like everything is all good, but honestly it really isn't
Life isn't all what it seems.
Because behind these eyes and the smile.
Lies a broken heart and some decitful lies.
I'm done living this thing called life.
Someone just stab with a knife. And end it all.
All of the aches and pains
That my life brings......
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