I bring the razor to my vein
And I close my eyes
As I wince in pain.
Tears fall from my eyes
As I think of us
And your wicked lies.
All this time you were pretending
I guess so much for
My happy fairytale ending.
I should have stood true to what I said before
All fairytales come to an end
Even the ones you most adore.
Memories are reoccuring
Suicidal thoughs cloud my mind
My vision is blurring.
I can no longer hide
The feelings I've kept
Locked deep inside.
I'm sorry I couldn't be your best
I just guess I couldn't
Pass your test.
 
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