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Once again I do think
I think about death
How should I do it?
How shall I die?

I am sad about it
Cause I know what your response is
If you do I wont talk to you
That's what you'll say

I soon think why
Why I must feel
Why I must crave
Crave the few things I can't have

They are the old days
Like when we first met
The rum/vodka chocolate milkshakes
The days we planned so much stuff

Just for my birthday
It would have been so special
But now we don't discuss
All the plans we had

Stopping everything for you
Going behind my moms back
Just to see you for 2 days
The best 2 days ever!

Now they make me cry
I sit at home missing those days
And tears run down my face
On to my bleeding wrist