I'm sitting on my bed
Looking at the letter
The letter that you wrote
Telling me you hate me
You wish I were dead
I wish I could make it better
Maybe take a knife to my throat
But then I remember Johnny
And how that's what he did
How much everybody missed him
The problems that it never solved
That's how he planned to be rid
But I don't want to be just like them
I'll just try not to get involved
But sometimes it's just hard
To let everything slide
When the truth is bottled up inside
But then I lay my head down
On the pillow wet with tears
Close my eyes and dream
Of those mythical creatures again
 
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