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It's my fault

Go ahead

And

Blame me

You cut cause me

You bleed because you could not see

How much you freaking meant to me

You're number 2

But fifth to add to my list

So sweetly this razor

Does spit open my wrist

Are you trying to send me message

Are you trying to send me a sign

Are you going insane or are you just plain fine

I'm done with feeling guilty

And

I'm done with all the hurt

I'm done with the tears I shed each day

Wishing my life would just fade away

You never cared

And you never will

All will become one

But my heart will never heal