This is the life we live in,
That's just the way it's always been.
You get hurt, you get treated,
And that's all you really needed.
There was that time in your life,
When you would go and grab a knife.
They all told you not to,
But you said it was up to you.
Each cut got deeper,
As he became your keeper.
You couldn't stand the pain,
The tears just fell like rain.
People look at you like a stranger,
They know you might become a hanger.
Family, friends, others were all worried.
They didn't notice you were buried.
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