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by miserable at best   Sep 26, 2006


Im so confused
Thinking of you
wishing we could be
You like her, thats hard to believe

I told you I loved you
You said I love you, too
But it was all a lie
You drove me to die

You drove me to
with the razor in my hand
It comes to my wrist
The tears of they fall

Im tired of hurtin when your with her
I just want to leave and say goodbye
so remember this when i die
"i love you I always will
You were my happy pill"

So at my funeral with all my loved ones tell them the reason i dies the reason i had to

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