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Used to when I was bored I'd slice my wrist or take some pills

I soon realized he cared about me and that shit really kills

What do I do now? I just sit and thing about my past

Why living so long after what I did? Why do I last?



Am I holding on just for him or do I know someone cares?

I sit here with my pencil and my notebook in the stairs

Why do I hang on to my life? Why dont I end it all tonight?

I guess, some how, I know know everything will be alright.



He keeps me alive, Kind of like the air I breathe

I don't know what I would do if he ever leaves

Would I kill myself, or just lay there in pain

What part of me would still yet remain?



Would I hold together for my best friend Ben

Would I try to fall in love ever again?

Mistakes I'll make. I hope Jason can deal

I hope he knows that my love is for real.



I'm not lying when I say "I love you"

I just hope, you mean it too.