Every day there blood and tears.
Smile is who to blame, my dear.
No love in my life.
My smile is left holding the knife.
Back of the classroom, no chatter.
Amy heart has already shattered.
My life is on the line.
I am about to run out of time.
The blade is my best friend.
Nobody can ever understand.
The color is bloody red.
I'm ready to be dead.
I'm about to fly away.
Can't stand another day.
I don't feel loved.
Feels like I keep getting shoved.
I cry and wonder why nobody loves me.
Alone all of my life is what it has to be.
I don't think I'll ever recover.
As I do it I get a rush.
I get it with each little touch.
It gets better? Let's just wait and see.
This is hope, but somebody doesn't believe.
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