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There’s a lot on my mind that I don’t tell you about
There’s a lot of me hating myself and suffering from doubt
I almost cut both of my wrists too many times lately
It really hurts when you act like you’re gonna abandon me
Not saying you were the reason, you’re the one keeping me alive
Without you, I don’t have the hope or will to survive
If we never met I’d be another suicide gone too soon
Without you, I’m found dead days later somewhere in my room
There’s just so many thoughts making me believe
That these addictions aren’t something that’ll just leave
I swear I’m either gonna end up dead or behind bars
I swear I’m gonna lose the only love that accepted me for my scars


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