I hate this i hate everything
people coming in my life then quickly leaving
with this knife and rope i choose
to stab myself or make a noose maybe go quietly like my dad
but its too late im too mad
i think of then and wish you were here
with every thought i feel a new tear
your never coming back so ive realized now
i could wait forever someway somehow
so now ive decided to leave you all
hands cold and numb i drop the knife and begin to fall
 
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