I've tried for years to make ends meet
To stay okay during the day
I fight at night
I wrap my hand around the kitchen knife
With Tylenol split in the days light
My home has become hell
I can't stand fresh light so I hide in a shell
My wounds bleeding
The blood drops so free
I'm careful not to make noise
As it smashes down on my heart
Say goodbye to my memories
Goodbye to my life
Say goodbye to may hand wrapped around the knife
Goodbye to conversation
And to all the hell of this nation
Forget my name
I'll forget your blame

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