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Funny isn't it?
The music plays
Here I stay
Staring at the cuts
And wondering what new story I'll have to make up
The blood flows down my arms
An array of new scars
Pain and sorrow, depression and despair
We should make such a pair!
My stomach burns, the pain flows,
It's getting easier to let go
My neck hurts too
I can't stop, what should I do?
On the floor in a pool of my own blood
Mixing with the ground and mud
You say you didn't mean it?
You should've thought twice
Because of you and your words,
I have forfitted my life.
And soon I'll fade away
No point to stay
All the years of emotional bagage and pain too
Isn't it funny? The damage a little thumbtack can do?