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Do you remember the night we took a break
I hung up the phone and began to cry
I took out my blade and broke a couple promises
Why am I such a coward, and only rely on my blade
I continue to cut, and they just get deeper
and I don't seem to care, as I sit there and cry
no one could ever understand my morbid reasons
You think it's an attentions getter, or call for help
but why don't you see it's my clear death wish
I keep wishing apon a star, tonight will be my last
I wake up in the morning, why do I go without answers
I keep getting hurt, over and over again
Yet I make the same stupid mistakes
and go out with the same idiots, to get hurt
They use me for sex, and drugs
why am I only a booty call
So I continue to slit my wrist, not deep enough
I wake up facing the same deeping pain
Will it ever go away