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My love for you has been my death..
as i sit in my room
with the music real high
and a blade to my wrist
hoping i might die
this world isnt worth living
my life means nothing
no one cares
not even the living
i feel so alone
no one sees me
not even my love
he passes right by me
my feelings were real
my heart cries out to him
ill spill my blood
cause my life means nothing ot him
the blade was real
made me feel good inside
all the blood
made me feel real inside
my blood has spilled
i took one last breath
with a picture of you
upon my chest...
