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this pain she feels
is a little too real it's like she can't breathe always crying herself to sleep she's finding it hard to make it she's doesn't know if she can take it she's already lost now she's already fallen down she now has nothing left her life's just one big regret she's never been so scared it's too bad no one cared rocking back and forth lying on the floor she's completely out of life she running out of time nothing lasts forever wishing she could feel better because the drugs she needs keep leaving her empty maybe that's why she keeps on getting high who would have known she felt so alone is that why she would hide away did you know she was in pain all the bottles have fallen open and her needles lying broken trembling she's cutting deeper the blade making her weaker there's no substitute for love so she's writing this in blood she opened up her veins as she fills up the tub again she slowly sinks beneath and slowly drifts off to sleep she's lost in the clouds this time she won't come down there's no substitute for love so she's writing this in blood her drugs have no effect she has already no regrets she's gone off to sleep watching her lovely arms bleed 11/06
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