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The first release |
| Sitting starring out the glass Thinking of my misdirection Wondering if the pain will ever pass Thinking of my own discretion I take my pills and i pretend That the blade doesn’t only have one end Even though i pretend and i know One side of me that i wont show Talk to the shrink Say things i don’t think Put a smile on my face Just so i can leave this place Go back to my room Where the darkness will consume All my blood and tears As it has for many years |