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He Loves Me/He Loves Me Not

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press the cold blade to my wrist
Nothing about it make sense
I slowly drag it across my skin
And think about the way I once been
I feel the blood ease my pain
The pain of loosing the life that has now become a game
There seems to be no more happiness within me
Nothing is left
The love I once knew it no more
I had to even the score
You wanted me gone
and Thats what you got
Thanks alot
For making me ache for death
As I slowly drift away
This is all I have to say:
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
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He loves me not





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