I got my notebook and i write on the side
About how much i wanna commit suicide
Hoping everyhing goes well
But sad memories cant tell
It may doesnt matter how many times i lied
Since born i gave up on my pride
Trying to chill
But my feelings kill
Im so stupid...even my own deadbody i cant hide
Cutting deep i tried
While having the will
To go to hell

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