I'm a victim of my past
I wish I could find peice at last
I feel so bad
So my wrists I slash
And my bones I mash
I tell myself that I'm no better than a peice of trash
Now I know that nothing can really last
I saw my life in a flash
Memories both good and bad
Shattered glass from my past
All I could hear was the devils laugh
And god telling me to come back
I always feel like I'm about to be attacked
I'm always whatching my back
Ready to react
This is no act
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