I am getting torn
My heart is getting worn
Love is what i need to find
Someone who is funny and kind
Im getting tired of trying
Im geting tired of crying
I always seem depressed
Will i ever be at rest
The blade is what i see
Sitting right in front of me
Will i use it or will i not
Or will i give myself another shot
I have no one there
No one who cares
So why should i give all i can give
Just to live?
 
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