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Day turns to nightI become out of sight.Slowly creeping past the bedroom hallThinking how I will end it all.i stop and look from right to leftlooking for someone that watched my every stepThis time its clearMy fear is at a all time highI press my back up against the wallAnd i slide down to the cold floor Then i cry.Every cut is a new scar Every scar is a story Every story ends up in a tear And every tear is produced by fear I sit and stare at a blank wallHolding my phone Wishing you would call All my memories are bad All because you always made me sadWhat did i do to make you hate me Your words are cold They slowly break me I'm falling downI'm falling fast Maybe if i die You'll be happy at last.
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