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The Loss

Sick with myself, but I've got no one else,
So I give it to myself it's the only thing that helps
It's the same thing this pain thing that keeps me from sleeping
And screaming that God I must be mother-fucking dreaming
And I can rest in peace and at least cease to be
Cease to see those things in me that make me wanna cease to breathe
And ceased to need and ceased to feed, sickness thats in me
This is all that I can be, I can't breathe as I bleed

I dont know why I cut myself, God, give me a sign or help
I wont cry it'll be fine, I'll take my last breath
Push it out my chest 'till theres nothing left
I know that my minds near the end, God, I hurt myself and fell
I wont cry it'll be fine, I'll take my last breath
Push it out my chest 'till theres nothing left

Have you ever met a living legend
Just a real friend who planned his end and
Where do I begin?
You said it was pretend
And when the bullet went through
It took more then just you, it took two
It was you it was me and suddenly
How can someone say they're helpless and then they act so selfish
You put me through hell with this so fuck you lets just end this
And what about our friendship?
And what you did was senseless
You thought you found an exit
Like I said, let's end this!


I just wanna say good bye, dissappear with no one knowing
I dont wanna live this lie, smiling to the world unknowing
I dont want you to try, you've done enough to keep me going
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine for the very last time


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