Tonight I'm taking the knife,
And ending my life,
With only one scream,
I'm letting out steam,
I can't do it,
Because you don't give a sh*t,
I look in the mirror and I see death,
Like a 40-year-old woman addicted to Meth,
There's nothing wrong with me, I'm perfectly sane,
But I'm not alive in my little brain,
If I could do it, I wouldn't know how,
My day will come soon, but not right now.

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