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by fear no pain Sep 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
With this knife I cut all our memories Out of my life With this gun I shoot out All our fun With this rope I strangle Our hope They'll ask why Did I Commit Suicide Maybe one day You'll actually say: "It was my fault I broke her heart "I must admit It was all my ways She put up with it Day after day "She couldn't handle it anymore All the crying behind her locked door That is why I caused her suicide."