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Hope To Die
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Hope To Die
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me if I’m fine,
If I’ll make another red line,
And I’ll tell you what you want to hear;
Not the ugly truth that you and I both fear.
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me if I’m dead,
Or if I’m just surviving instead,
And I’ll find you some sort of pulse;
Convince you that my heart does convulse.
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me why I hide,
If it’s a metaphor deep down inside,
And I’ll tell you I just like being alone;
That there’s no reason my voice lacks tone.
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me why I don’t talk,
Or why I’m as white as chalk,
And I’ll tell you that I don’t know;
That I don’t try to be some one-freak show.
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me what you will,
Just don’t expect honesty’s chill,
I’m nowhere near cruel enough for that;
So just let me lie,
And cross my wrist until I die.
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me if I’m fine,
If I’ll make another red line,
And I’ll tell you what you want to hear;
Not the ugly truth that you and I both fear.
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me if I’m dead,
Or if I’m just surviving instead,
And I’ll find you some sort of pulse;
Convince you that my heart does convulse.
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me why I hide,
If it’s a metaphor deep down inside,
And I’ll tell you I just like being alone;
That there’s no reason my voice lacks tone.
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me why I don’t talk,
Or why I’m as white as chalk,
And I’ll tell you that I don’t know;
That I don’t try to be some one-freak show.
Cross my wrist and hope to die,
I will only ever lie.
You can ask me what you will,
Just don’t expect honesty’s chill,
I’m nowhere near cruel enough for that;
So just let me lie,
And cross my wrist until I die.
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