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I am tired no one can see,
Who is the real me...

Staring out the window, no direct thoughts,
Just thinking of what used to be...

Hidden in the corner of my room,
Sits a book with pictures from the past...

There's this boy who keeps me up all night,
Thoughts of him racing through my mind...

She sits on an old tire swing,
Thinking of the memories she's lost...

Slit, slit, slit,
All it takes is one swipe of the wrist...

One explanation
For my beating heart...

Moving under the cover of the rain,
It slaps the bare skin of her shoulder...

I feel the familiar tug of my heart,
From the memories that push it faster...

Eensy weensy blade,
Went down my wrist...

Standing on the side walk, on a rainy afternoon,
Watching people pass me by, not a single one...