Back in the same frame of  mind
with a bottle to keep me company
Same thoughts race through my head
I wish I could drown within my memories
least then I could be happy
I’d draw the knife to my neck to leave this all behind

Been living just to die
to the fate you wished for me
Touch my hand and I’ll break inside
felt nothing more than I would have wanted
I still feel sad inside
not sad enough to matter to those who have departed

Seeing everyone walk on by
I know I’ll never see them again
Suicide is just a playful pass time
God knows, I’ll be hurt again

I can’t do this anymore

The End

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