The unloved child

by Smeagol   Mar 23, 2005


You think nobody notices you.
You seem to always be alone.
You don't have no body calling for you on the telephone.
So you start to think no one would notice when your gone.
But before you start to go all crazy take a minute to see the world go hazy. Your sitting at home up in ya room all alone,
you find a razor start to wonder think about it then you mutter who would notice any way
there ya go start to cut away.
Free from the pain, do what ya can blood covered razor in a trembling hand.The scars may show but no one would no.
Cause your an unloved child in an empty home.

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