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I can't even. God.
Wasting my life away and wishing people would care.
When I'm sad it's just another day, the normal.
Not knowing I went home and cried.
I'm what's wrong right?
It's all me, I can tell your all better of if I'm not around.
I don't think it take it anymore.
I'm not blaming my problems on the world.
It's all my fault.
Don't tell me I'm important when I know I'm not.
All I'm good for is punching me when needed?
I knew that already.
I'm no good, I'm no good for anyone.
Thanks for telling me that.
My self conscious ruins my self confidence.
It tells me the things that puts me down, but deep in my head I know they're true
I'll always be a forgotten one.
Nobody will remember be a few weeks from now.
I'll be gone soon, don't worry.
Don't worry all of your pretty little faces, I'll be gone and you'll be happy.
I'll be gone soon.