As I Sit Here

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As I sit here
lying and minding my own
with a razor blade to my wrist
I ponder in my own dwelling
do the really care
when they say they love me do they really mean it
what can i do
but stay here and bleed
do they want me in their life
do they care if i die
can i hang myself
just give me a gun
i will die fast with a bullet in my head
can i hang myself and break my neck
or do i have to suffer in my own dieing blood
will he save me
dose he love me
i thought it wouldnt end
as i sit here
lying and minding my own
with a razor blade to my wrist





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