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Every night as I lie in bed
Thought of suicide Running through my head I plan how to die I bleed and cry But nobody knows And my pain grows With every second I'm awake Going over every mistake I ever made in life Things I didn't do right Cos I'm meant to be perfect Not this complete mess Slowly fade away More and more each day Until there's nothing left But perfection itself
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