A big part of me wants to die,
The other part can only lie,
I can't help thinking of it,
Just to end the stupid sh*t.
Either up or down, that's all I am,
But they can't understand or give a damn,
That's okay, I don't need this,
One more time, it's my life I miss.
Fuck it all, it's hard to care,
Only one person, I'm just Mere,
The room spins as I pull the blade,
Attention seeking, a mascarade.
No more me, I'm gone, I drowned,
I fell out the window, I hit the ground,
Now I'm buried, in the grave that I dug,
I lay with my eyes closed, on a blood stained rug.
I'm deaf and dumb,
My body's cold and going numb,
Once again, I fall on my face,
I'm blind again, I can't find my place.

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