The thought of them makes me cry
Suicide comes to mind
Ugly laughter haunting
When will they ever see
So much torture and deceit
I feel like the blood coming down the side
I know its over i start to cry
i see him look in my eyes
I become cold and stiff
I hear the cries of a lost guy
I see the clouds passing over head
He wishes they would've taken him instead
I'm carried away
Razor still in hand
I begin to slice again and again
They're pulling the razor free from me
My tortured soul must be set free
Peaceful and quiet I lay stiff
In a coffin filled with dread
Dressed in clothes
I dont even like
The dress is white with little roses
i see mother crying
With a dozen roses in hand
I feel bad
Am I really dead?
I see her there
I begin to cry
In a couple of weeks they wont want to die
They'll sleep and wake
Everyday
As it rains I feel great
I finally found peace
In a world filled with deceit.....
 
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