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Looking in the mirror
eyes red from crying
cheecks stained with mascara
you run the blade across your skin
once, twice
then you lie in bed under the covers
the tears start to shed
another night spent crying
untill your lost in sleep
you wonder if this is ever gonna end
if there is ever gonna be normal again
you want no more ugly
no more blade
no more tears
no more pain
you want to be ok
you cant find your way
never once do you have a true smile to prove happy
fresh cuts show your pain
and your scars prove you've gone through hell
and there never gonna fade