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I lay in bed thinking,
Just me drinking. Do I have something to live for? My mother's yelling, My father's throwing, My brother's crying, My friends all leave me behind. Do I have something to live for? I have not written in months, I an truly a dunce. Do I have something to live for? I found a razor blade, I found a bottle of pills, I found alot of alcohol, I found an empty room, Do I have something to live for? I've been to therapy; They want me in rehab, it's begining to tear at me. Do I have something to live for? I saw some boys fight, I would have stopped it, I just sat and watched it, I wish that was me, Do I have something to live for? I have a death wish, Do I have something to live for? NO! Good-Bye.
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