I fell off the wagon
I'm a hopeless romantic
I couldn't break an old habit
I'm tired of being here
I would give back my life
To make someone else happy
I want to leave---depressed
I want to die----confessed
The child can't find his friends
The playground is empty on Mondays
Unforgiven ways linger at night
She promised to call me back
Waiting that one day she might
I could've done better in school
This hurt soul bothers my heart
The sharpest blade is unforgiven
Omega boy need not worry
Spoken---I am willing
Unforgiven me is very sorry
Broken----I am killing.
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